<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:41:18.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Page</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3844308062278606930</id><published>2009-04-13T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:17:01.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13th April 2009</title><content type='html'>~ The Pathetic Me ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Ahh, Monday. The day with only one class. Jonatha gave us his so-called ''tips'' which basically require us to read nearly everything in the book. Heck, what stuns me most today is when he shows his Engine slides. I was thinking that he might be teaching us about engines next semester! I dreamed everyday, wishing that I wouldn't have to deal with him next semester, after the infamous argument between us. Although the argument was settled, it didn't change the fact that I didn't like his way of teaching, which was equivalent to reading out the slides (copied directly from the book) and adding just a little information once in a blue moon. If he would teach us next sem, I foresaw a dim future. My license should be A&amp;amp;C which is airframe and engine, now with his teaching my C will be nowhere - -... After the class I bought a loaf of bread, and I thought of sharing it with 001, since I thought I couldn't finish it in time, before it expires. But then later in the evening I realised I could, because for my breakfast I'd had 4 pieces of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Took my breakfast, watched a bit of D.I.E, and fell aslept till 1.30 pm. During sleep I had a really strange dream of myself driving a car without the appropriate license (I dont have one in reality anyway). I was driving the car thru the highway to K.L from my house, and I think I was heading to Giant to buy something I can't recall what. Later I seemed to be lost somewhere, and ended up parking the car at a shop street in a neighbourhood. Then I found myself at home again, around 3 pm without knowing how I came home - -. Later my mother came home and asked what the hell did I do with the car. I didn't know how to answer, but then as I wanted to go out to search for it, I looked outside and saw the car back again. My mom said she found it by chance, and got it back already. Also the dream didn't mention how she got it back, with both cars at once. THE END. Strange right? Thanks to this bizzarre dream I didn't get much sleep, I was like sub-conscious for about 1/2 of my sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Later tried to study a bit before going out to swim. Yeh, exercising, kills fat! At around 4 I realised I forgot to bring my bigger swimming trunk after a big dig into my luggage and messing up everything inside. I ended up wearing the super small-sized one I used to wear 2 years ago, and it was so short... O well, guess I had no choice other than this, coz the public swimming trunks for rent were out of the question already. Went there and shoot, the weather turned bad so quickly, and I could see the thunder from far away. I got down the pool as fast as possible and started swimming. Its the first time I'd felt the pool water that cold in Nilai Springs. Managed to swim a few laps before the rain kicked in, wetting the ground and cleaning the air. It poured so heavily that the rain water sprayed far into the walkways. Fortunately the rain receded by a bit when the bus came, and that bloody bus driver didn't want to turn into the shade area where we were waiting at. So all of us had to run for the bus to avoid getting wet. As I returned to College, the scenery outside the bus was quite attractive. Had dinner right away after I got down from the bus, due to the rain I couldn't go back to my room, so we decided to have our dinner first while waiting for the rain to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Later at around 7.00pm + AP came over, and said Cyrus brought his gf over today, woot I was curious to see her too, how she looked like. Played the comp for some time before starting to study, then the electricity seemed to be faulty and intermittent, so I went up to AP's room to continue. We didn't talk at all, and I was able to concentrate for quite some time. Went back to my room moments later, and played the comp again before reading another small part of Structures... Then when I felt like sleeping I saw a chick near my room, outside. Seemed that she was waiting or looking for somebody, and immediately I know she's Cyrus' gf, 95%. But when I looked at her, she seemed afraid of me, and turned away, walking around near Cyrus' room. I took my toothbrush and headed to the toilet, buying me a chance to observe her. Hell I'm really curious. I like beautiful people and things, in a way of 欣赏, dont get me wrong here I'm not, and I will never touch my friend's gf. After I finish brushing, she's in Cyrus' room already. After I got back into my room, jealousy took over my feelings. How I wish I can have female friends. How I wish to have the taste of love. I felt so pathetic at that moment, how pathetic I am, tfk-ing in my room everyday, barricading and consoling myself in my own artificial world where nobody can hurt me, although after doing it I felt alone and empty again... How many times I told myself to get out from the current me, and to try making some female friends in college, but in the end I couldn't, going back to square one everyday. I'm not like Ben who can say, " hello, cutie" to someone he didn't even know without hesitation, in the public. I'm fully aware of my current problem now, and I do worry that I may not get married if worse comes to worst. But I alone cannot help myself, and I desperately needs help... Who can help me out there... No one really knows how wounded my heart is at this moment, and how the pain torturing me inside....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3844308062278606930?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3844308062278606930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3844308062278606930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3844308062278606930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3844308062278606930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2009/04/13th-april-2009.html' title='13th April 2009'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-1020616645937825314</id><published>2009-04-12T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:00:17.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12th April 2009</title><content type='html'>~ Resurrection ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hehe, finally I made up my mind to post something in my blog full of dust and mould tonight... So here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Today I have piano class as usual at 1.30 pm... Its dark and cloudy outside - my favourite colour of the sky and also, the weather. I knew it wouldn't be long before it started to pour. The class today was ok, but I had a little jam in Aozora, though I practiced it hardcore for the last few weeks. I could play it well in my house, perhaps due to nervousness when I wanted to play it for people other than my family. Also "四手联弹" didn't go so well... Wonder when can I synchronise with my teacher... Bought pizza afterwards, and have a stomach full of it before doing the usual things in my house, playing in Garena, and playing with my wife~~~ I'm sure my friends all know what I mean when I say "my wife", for those who don't know yet, I repeat again, by "my wife" I mean my piano, nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Felt very sleepy at 6.45 p.m, tried to sleep but failed. Dinner, then packed up for another week of college life. Only thing different was that I'm not going back home this week, finals coming soon, only in President Hall of Nilai University College. But heck, mom's lazy to pick my cloths to wash thie coming friday... Since she said she didn't want to come to Nilai just to pick my cloths up. I was kinda pissed, since its a routine that she'd come to fetch me home every Friday, why couldn't she treat this Friday the same as the Fridays ago? Just that I'm not in the car this week. At last after voicing my dissatisfaction to her, preparing for some argument, she agreed to come,surprisingly without getting emo. Then my screwd up feeling reduced bit by bit while we travelled to Nilai through the usual highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I noticed that my emotion can be turned by 180 degrees with just a sentence, a minor happening, or something trivial, which is what I don't like about myself. I emo very easily and I know that my friends don't like that part of me too. O well, I'm not a saint, and this is one of my weaknesses I have to bear. Another thing is, I expect other people to behave like saints although I'm not one myself, which is ... (I dont know how to say this) But demanding some attitude from others while you yourself don't possess is bad ( can't find a better word for this but I know there is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tonight was rainy, and it rained alll the way throughout my journey back. Reached college, and it was still drizzling. Willy brought Corpse Bride for me, and I watched it immediately coz I want to sleep early tonight, tired tired. And its a movie I wanted to watch after listening to its Piano OSTs, which Ernest introduced to me. Not bad, but I thought its a little too short though. Later I heard a chick's voice in my block, looked to the source and I saw a girl in blue shirt and tight shorts with her friends. The three of them were having fun in the cooking area beside the common room, and she noticed me as soon as I walk out from my room to get a closer look at her. Spotted, I acted like nothing and I went back to my room. So jealous of them... Wished I could have more girl                     friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Thats all for today, nitez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-1020616645937825314?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/1020616645937825314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=1020616645937825314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1020616645937825314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1020616645937825314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2009/04/12th-april-2009.html' title='12th April 2009'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-8526499478148765799</id><published>2008-10-04T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:02:32.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Whats With Me? ~</title><content type='html'>~ What's with me? ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see, my friend ^^... Sorry for not writing something here, first of all. For I've been bored to the max this holiday. Nothing special to write....... Watched Suzuka, and found that the anime was not worth the time watching. Heck its not romantic, its uber-boring, and the main character Asahina Suzuka was relle not good. Anyways one of the music seems fine.. Bought the 5 cm/s anime movie, and heck its another super boring anime. Awh wasted my 20 buckks buyin it. Again the music in it looks good. Yet I couldn't find a site I went to recently to download anime albums. But if my laptop is back then I will get there again, since I bookmarked it in my laptop. After all this crap I really had the urge to write my own story. But I knew that I wouldn't finish it, since I'm always lose my interest very, very quickly towards things. Anyways I guess I'll still try to scribble some, at least to douse the fire of writing in my heart lol. I donno what else should I write here, but life's real boring. I felt useless since I can't do things right. I seem to be an all-rounder, but heck, that means I'm not very good in each of the fields. Always scoring moderately, getting stuck in the middle range, I'm absolutely tired of it. Can't I get good at something at all...? Haihz.... Speechless, really. I couldn't make much progress in my piano learning too, maybe becoz my memory capacity has finally reached its limits. I dont think I can memorize anymore songs.. haihz... The sky was really dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-8526499478148765799?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/8526499478148765799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=8526499478148765799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/8526499478148765799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/8526499478148765799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-with-me.html' title='~ Whats With Me? ~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-5351838606716500955</id><published>2008-09-24T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:51:59.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Monday In College~</title><content type='html'>~ A Monday In College ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Geez, had to be at college this Monday, to replace a Dnest trip last week -.-'' Gosh, lazy lazy! Anyways I went, and surprisingly I was the first to reach the waiting place. Later Shamir came, and at the last 5 minutes a lot showed up. Had another nice sleep in the bus~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I tot today was like any other day to Dnest, nothing much to do, just wasting time till 5 p.m. Woot, this time there came a new instructor~ He's the real prodigy man, compared to Gopal I believe he knew a lot more. And he was very willing to share his knowledge and experience wit us, but today he didn't teach too much, since he was telling his great past so happily~ He happened to know Selva, and Selva respected him a lot when he did the 5 landing gears removal in 2 1/2 days. Normally in MAS, one landing gear requires a day to be removed, and yet without proper apparatus and stuff, at a remote place in Thailand, he did the miracle. He was also Nantha's senior, lolx... Aviation industry is such a small place, one kinda link to another. Good to have him as our instructor~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-5351838606716500955?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/5351838606716500955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=5351838606716500955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5351838606716500955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5351838606716500955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-in-college_24.html' title='A Monday In College~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-9143702138360185576</id><published>2008-09-22T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:55:54.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My B'day ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday huh? I almost forgot that today was my birthday. Which means I'm turning 17 today! Woot, one more year to be able to watch 18++ shows in the cinema! Ganbateh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248858010019933266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SNewjOuzrFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zb6imWvfDyo/s400/19092008345.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The tools were put on a table, but the curious people all snatched it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248858023202435090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SNewj_1wsBI/AAAAAAAAAJo/c3vfRExdKcI/s400/19092008349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he taught us about the gauges and vernier calliper readings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248858015162320498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SNewjh42RnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/yUeM9lclk_w/s400/19092008347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is basically all the tools he brought today~ Look at the light brown handled tool, its called a scriber I think, used by olden day gangsters... Its forbidden to be brought in the public as its very deadly and very very sharp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew, and the class ended surprisingly early, at around 4.30 p.m. I went back to pack my goods, and soon my mom came to pick me up. For some unknown reason I felt kinda dizzy during the trip home, and we went to Summit to buy the cake, but we didn't manage to get any. Later we went out to Taipan and bought one cheese cake, rawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bday, nothing much different than that of last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-9143702138360185576?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/9143702138360185576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=9143702138360185576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/9143702138360185576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/9143702138360185576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/bday.html' title='Bday~~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SNewjOuzrFI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zb6imWvfDyo/s72-c/19092008345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-1860580553953921651</id><published>2008-09-19T01:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:28:00.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weds and Thurs~</title><content type='html'>~ Weds and Thurs ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;      Hmm, no Dnest, means holiday!! But this holiday is nothing like a holiday at all. Woke up early to study a little, and I didn't leave my room much today. Just me, my room, some food, a laptop, and the books. Cramming a lot of Maintenance Practice stuff into my head, and fed up finally when I didn't understand a small part. Nothing much for this Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;      Let battle be joined!! Got my arse up at 6.45 a.m, and went to bathe after doing some norron-ing. Revised on some Hydraulics, since its teh first paper today... I didn't know where to read, becoz generally it seemed pretty much easy. Over-confident, huh...? After I saw the paper, I got the shock of the week!  The questions asked were very crappy, such as ''When the shuttle valve is in normal position... '' Normal position?~! Where you mean normal? Middle? the place it usually is? or what the hell? More specific lar Kunalan.. Shot a few times, and went out the exam hall with some sweat. Later was Maintenance Practice, n the questions came out as predicted. Woot, Azlan locked the door, and Cyrus didn't manage to come in. Whoa, cruel... But what to do, can't do anything to save him. Finished the paper in 5 minutes, but I waited for someone to leave first before I do. As I leave the hall, that ****** stared at me. I looked back at him with a harmless, peaceful eyes. Dono whats wrong with him. I've already be frendly and all, and now hes staring at me like I've murdered his father or what. Dono what to say. Later I went to get AP. He didn't come 4 2 papers... Seriously he dared to skip exams. I dono how to save him anymore. Everytime he came late I sure ejek him d, hoping that he would change so I wont ejek him anymore. But to no avail. Next is electronics... Got myself confused between anode and cathode, shiet.. But I think I got them right, at least some of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Went back my room and eat up some Theory of Flight. I have no idea what is coming out for this subject, as Gopal said oni 1-23 pages. So limited stuff! And I dono what more should I read. Closed the book, and almost dozed off. Phew... Continued the exam at 3.00 p.m, and the questions were everywhere. Hoho, smooth sailing. I felt the whole exam finished oni in 30 minutes... So fast 4 papers gone. And then Shamir told me there's Gopal's class 4.30 p.m today. Most of the ppl decided not to go, and I was in dilemma whether go or not to go... I'm afraid that if only I went, and caused all other students to be marked as absent, then I'm gonna be cursed by all of them. If I didn't go, I will clash with my principles... O well, I decided to go have a look, if not enough ppl then I oso go back... So sat at the computer lab and did some surfing before going down at around 4.20 p.m. Loafed around at 2nd and 3rd floor till 4.35 p.m, but neither Gopal nor anyone showed up. Argh, issit a lie from Shamir, ordered by ****** Impossible, I don't think Shamir is that kind of person... And he told everyone too, not only me. O well, returned to the room, and watched some D-gray Man before sleeping till dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Went dinner wit AP, and played some games with him before pcking my goods, and went for LAN Party ~~  At first we used teh wireless to play, but its real real laggy, so we try to use the modem. Argh, not enough wires zzzz and My  comp seems to be faulty. Later I found out that its the wire that is faulty, and theres no more spare wires for Ben or me, so both of us went to my room and got my two wires there. He played a while with my keyboard, , looks like he relle knows piano. Went back, and finally got to play some dota games with them. 4V4 dota, hahaha... Ted DC-ed, and DC-ed and DC-ed spoiling so many games, and in the end Richard DC-ed becoz Ted who was supposed to plug in his charger didn't do so. WTF, relle wasting time weh... Tried again, and everything is smooth till Richard tripped over a Lan Wire, dropping his laptop to the ground. Whoa, the whole screen had a lot of lines, and became blurry. Even restarting couldn't restore it... Shiet, everyone's mood was spoilt, and we had to call it a day. O well, in the end no dota games ended. zzz wen tback to sleep, and for tomorrow's class~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-1860580553953921651?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/1860580553953921651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=1860580553953921651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1860580553953921651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1860580553953921651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/weds-and-thurs.html' title='Weds and Thurs~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-8521080640704360906</id><published>2008-09-19T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:01:13.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Day Eoll ~</title><content type='html'>~ 3 Day Roll ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;      Hmm, got up pretty late, and prepared for piano class as usual. Went there a bit too early, and I went into the classroom. I saw a gurl chatting wit her phone at an isolated classroom, and when she saw me she said I could use the electrical piano in the room. She walked out to her class, and I turned the piano on~~ Woot, its an electrical piano with weighted keys, lightings, and full 88-keys! Woah, I was really amazed that I could play one of these, and so I played... The lights were too distracting that I couldn't play that well. A moment later my piano teacher was finished with her other student, and I was next. Some theory, some scales, the red book, and finally my ''Silent Hill Theme''. But then mom's gonna be late to fetch me, so I could stay after the class to play piano at another room. Hehe, I played some of my favourite songs, ''FF X Ending Theme'', ''Eternity Memory of Lightwaves'', and of course ''Last Regrets''. Woot, I played ''Last Regrets'' very very well IMO, because no one was watching me from the side, and in the room there's only me, and ''my'' piano. At that particular moment my soul united with the piano, thus presenting the best of my playings to others. I didn't screw up much at any part, and after I finished the song, my teacher, who was teaching another student, went out to look for me. ''Wow, you played very well,'' she said. Thrilled with the comment, I replied,'' k la k la I'm going already ^^'' with a smile. Went back home, and later I returned to the college.I omos forgot to bring my uniform back, since my mom took it for me every week. Phew.. Luckily she remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday...&lt;br /&gt;      Yaaaawn, what a lazy day! At first I set my alarm to 9.30 a.m, and I planned to study and clean up my room today, but my lazy arse just wouldn't budge. I fell back to sleep and got up only at 11.30 a.m. After a little bit of studying, I fell aslept on my bed again, till 4.00 p.m... Shiet, wasted so much precious time to study... O well, I went to clean up my room, and this time I used the vacuum cleaner I brought. I cleaned an tidied up the room, and this time its cleaner, with less dust. Went to wash all my bottles later at around 6.00 p.m, and washing them all took me to 7.10 p.m. I bathed later, and met Ken and his pack on my way out. Dinner together, and didn't have the mood to study, so... D-Gray Man marathon until 4.30 a.m. Woot, I don't know whether I can wake up for tomorrow's class... O well, I had to sleep, too sleeepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;      Woke up, and hauled ass to class. The early birds were there, and that ****** came to the class. I tried my best not to get into any business with him, and I thought the day would be a little more peaceful. But I didn't predict that he was so cheap to talk bad about me to my frend, behind me. Hah, such cheapskate. As he kept on crapping about me, talking and whispering to Ooi, my heart felt horrible. I thought of how to explain it back to Ooi later, but at the end I decided to pretend that I didn't hear anything. IMO, explaining is equal to giving excuses.. So, I planned to win him by proving him wrong physically and mentally. I wouldn't bother to explain anymore, and if Ooi really believed that cheapskate, then he was not worth to be a frend. So I kept on as normal, and hoped that cheapskate's words would fade away with time, or I should say, proved wrong with time.&lt;br /&gt;      Today was very sleepy anyways, at some instance I almost fell aslept.. Slept too late yesterday, huh... After eating some karipaps the sleepiness was reducing. Now that I'm fully awake, I started to notice the coldness of the classroom. Heck, even with a shirt, a uniform and my jacket to keep me warm, I couldn't help shaking all the time in the class. Later when Azlan wanted us to sign the attendance slip, I signed and handed it to others. Later he got the paper but he couldn't sign becoz no one had a pen. So I took mine from my bag to him, and he borrowed from me. Hmm, I tried to be frendly to him, and asked:'' EASA results haven't come out yet arh? So long edi... one month..'' He replied to me, and it seemed quite peaceful on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;      I recalled all the scenes I had with him. First was the pushing. I misinterpreted him perhaps, and pushed him slightly. And he treated it as though I'm being proud and I was jealous of him becoz he is smarter than me. LOL I almost couldn't hold back my laughters when he said that to Ooi. Jealous of him? Jealous to an ape like him? Dreaming he must be. I would only blame myself for being stupid and lazy if others score better than me, not me getting all jealous of their success. Next was him asking me the date. He asked me the time, and when I reached for my phone then he said nevermind, and he looked at his watch. Com'on, he had a watch and yet he still asked me for the time. I bet any normal people would treat it as a prank. So when he asked for the date again, I didn't bother to answer him, thinking that it might be one of his pranks again. O well, and now he interpreted it as me being proud. Last was the book part. He purposely tried to disturb me while I'm studying, and I tried to ignore that ape. Then he moved his head closer to my book, since standing beside me failed to irritate me. Fine, since he really wanted to piss me off that much, I slammed the book shut and walked to other people. And from that case he dared to say that I was being action or whatever shiet. Come on, HE IS the one who started it and after pissing me off he said I was lansi. Fuk it, fuk this nonsense. Fine, all of these began from misinterpretation. And this misinterpretation originated from that ape himself. He was such a playful guy that I presumed that he was pulling pranks on me so I reacted oddly to him. I didn't know that he would be interpreting my actions that way. Fine, I had to hold some responsibility, but he definitely holds the larger part. I acted like a gentleman in front of him, being frendly and all. If he still carries on his shiety attitude to me, then I'll think him as an ape, really. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;      Hmm, Kunalan said results havent come out yet, crap it. One month had passed, and the white guy promised us that the results would be out in ten working days. What a big lie. I couldn't wait to throw my Air Leg, Human Factors, Basic Aero, and Electrical books into the recycle bin!! Rawr, results faster come out! Later I planned to take a nap in the evening, but I watched D-Gray Man till 7 something instead. Shiet, I wouldn't have enough energy to study afterwards. Haihz... Then my sis told me she's cooking spaghetti tonite, and I waited from m 6.40 p.m to 8.45 p.m. Finally its done, and I walked to her block to get it. As I was walking back holding the spaghetti in a bowl, I'm sure I looked strange. Forget it, I headed back and ate the cold spaghetti. Although its cold, but the time my sister spent to cook it for me made it warm deep inside my heart. Thanks to her~ Later I found out that tomorrow no Dnest, since its Selangor public holiday~. Played with AP for a moment, and planned to sleep earlier, wake up earlier to study. Hope I can do it, oyasu mi~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-8521080640704360906?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/8521080640704360906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=8521080640704360906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/8521080640704360906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/8521080640704360906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-day-eoll.html' title='3 Day Eoll ~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-1037298923949478486</id><published>2008-09-14T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:10:25.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday and Saturday</title><content type='html'>~ Friday and Saturday ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Geez, Konas had his replacement class held today at 8.00 a.m., couldn't sleep any longer huh? Anyways one thing good is, if I wake up earlier I wouldn't lag on my bed for a long time, unlike 10 a.m classes, when I would wake up at 8.30 a.m, but got up from bed by 9.40 a.m... O well, went for d class, and the attendance was less than half, only 9 people were there lolx. Still Konas went on, and I tried to absorb as much as possible. Later was Gopal's class, attendance was only about 10-12. Alas I got myself to understand how the PFCU works. Then its Azlan's class. When I reached the class, there were Adilah and Puwanes only... Whoa, then Azlan said the class was supposed to begin at 2.30 p.m. Relle? I thought the time was cancelled that time since they say it didn't matter much. O well, slowly the others came, and AP came quite late, bringing his hamper stuff. Again, those lazy people kept on interrupting the class, and Azlan couldn't teach much. Sad enough in college the lecturers were even weaker than those teachers in secondary school. If got those students interrupting the class at least the teachers could do something to stop them. Good lecturers like Azlan could only advice and advice, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      One guy relle got under my skin, that ****** (I don't want to mention that unfortunate name, but every Jan intake DAIR Student should know who is this). Supposedly he was planning to quit the course for some better scholarship to study overseas, and eventually he went back to our college after one week of absence. At first I missed him becoz he brought some colours to our class. But then after he went back his ape-like behaviour was getting worse. Always doing those stupid noise in class, interrupting the class... I know he was very smart, straight A student. Even if he doesn't listen in class, he can still score in the exams, but disturbing others during the class is too selfish of him. If he doesn't want to listen, that doesn't mean others wouldn't want too. And that ape-man likes to disturb others. Thursdays class, during Gopal's class break time, I was walking behind the class, looking around. He was chatting with Yoga, and I wanted to walk pass them, behind him. Then he purposely( or non-purposely, i dont know but with his playful behaviour I thought he was intentional) stepped back, blocking the way. I treated it as an attempt to disturb me, and I disliked him, so I pushed him gently at the back, and walked away. I didn't know he misinterpreted my action. He said to Shamir I pushed him away like a garbage. Whatever, I have no interest in him. Then during Azlan's class when Azlan was teaching others, I tried to do the Micrometer readings, and that ape-man came over, doing some retarded things. He stared at my book at first. I didn't know what to do, then I just tried to ignore him. Then, he moved his head nearer and nearer. I was really pissed off at the moment, I'd already tried to avoid getting involved with him, and yet that ape-man relle tried to piss me off. I closed my book, and walked to Azlan, to listen to what he was teaching. Alas he buggered off. O well, guess more will come from that ape, and predicting what to come was really scary, disturbing and painful. This incident made me think back of my secondary school years, when another guy used to make fun out of me. I really hate those days, and thinking that I might have those kind of days in college just really disturbed my mood. Went back later, and tried not to think too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Saturday was nice as usual, with basketball n cc in the morning. Went back home at 1.30 p.m, and prepared myself for facial at 2.30 p.m. I wanted to have it a few weeks before, since I hadn't been there for a long time. I don't wash my face very often, and its time to clear some dirt off my face. In fact I saw some blackish, hair-like stuff on my face, so I thought its time to clean it. And I missed the little massage lolx. However this time I couldn't sleep there despite how tired I was. Perhaps its the Kenny G saxophone music out there. I don't like saxophone music much, so maybe it hindered my sleep. Waited for my mom to finish, and went back. Dinner at Taipan, and restocked some maggie and biscuits for my room. Guess thats for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-1037298923949478486?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/1037298923949478486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=1037298923949478486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1037298923949478486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1037298923949478486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-and-saturday.html' title='Friday and Saturday'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3839533821524161773</id><published>2008-09-12T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:49:23.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>~ Good Day ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Today was pretty good, with my classes starting at 10 a.m. But still the incident yesterday was haunting me, but not too much. When problems like this came, my brain would spill advices to calm me down, although it didn't work too well... Things such as ''There's no point wasting your energy on retards, go on with your life'' , ''It happened, and its the past. Look forward'' , or ''Just RM 1, give him lo'' , ''This world is full of retards, sometimes you just have to accept the fact'' , ''Human stupidity is infinite'', etc etc.  As usual, couldn't get the strength to get out from my bed until 9.40 a.m. Got myself ready for Kunalan's class. Taught us about those valves and stuff, and he announced something good. Hah, finally he decided to defer the Aircond subject down to the next sem. Banzai!! No more fears to have classes at Saturdays ^^ It really deserves a celebration. But EASA results still didn't show up yet, and tests were coming, next week. I HAVE TO STUDY! I must be more serious, no more fooling around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Later I thought about what should I do to prevent yesterday's incident. I could've prevented it if I was to buy one first, then buy another two. Or hide the one I bought, and just tapao one. But who could predict that that guy was a retard? haihz... I know I hold some responsibility for this case, but he definitely holds more responsibility. Bloody hell, I'm trying to forget this incident, though I doubted that I could never do it in my lifetime. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Had lunch, and went back for some D-Gray Man XD. I wanted to see the main character do funny things, his look was funny at times, and the voice acting was good. Later went for Konas's class, and he taught us about transistors. Cracked my head trying to understand the operation of transistors, and in the end I didn't grasp much of it. I touched my forehead, and wow its quite hot! Guess my CPU was heating up due to excessive use. Have to revise and do some research later. Then it was Gopal's class. Seeing him everytime disgusted me. Just hope that I wouldn't get into trouble with him. Later he taught us, and surprisingly he didn't do things that he usually did. Whoa, amazing! He was like another person today. No scolding, no treating us like a kid, no lanci-ing. Just normal teaching, and the class went on smoothly. When we didn't understand something we started to ask Gopal, and he would give more patience to explain, rather than lanci or talk crap. Good, change more, and maybe I'll consider giving you some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Later at 6 p.m, class ended without much commotion, and I ordered pizza~ haha I had some money left to spend, so I could afford the pizza ^^ Had it with Chin and AP only, becoz Ken had some meeting. Went for basketball a bit later, woot and this time AP came to the court as well, since he didn't see me in my room. He joined the game, and everyone started to play a fool around i.e no one was playing seriously except Chai. Haha, all were doing stupid things, and it went even more funny after K.K and Thaddeus came. Whoa, thats not a match anymore. AP joined the game too ^^. Before that Ooi hurt his leg, followed by Richard. Sweating and tired, we called it a day as the guard came to turn off the lights. Yawn. Bathed, and other guys planned to have a party using AP's hamper he won yesterday from the lucky draw. lolx. I didn't go, as I wanted to cool down, and bathe. Guess I have to exercise more, really getting fatter these days. AP then came down to DL some stuff, but couldn't since my line was always cocky. Nthing much later, sleep sleep ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3839533821524161773?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3839533821524161773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3839533821524161773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3839533821524161773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3839533821524161773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-4756684181664669872</id><published>2008-09-12T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:42:23.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Screwd Up Day! ~</title><content type='html'>~ What A Screwd Up Day! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Woke up with a refreshed mind and got everything done. My mood was pretty good, and I decided to have my breakfast at the canteen. I wanted to buy 3 packs of nasi lemak from that mamak stall, and I paid him RM 10. O well, I knew he wouldn't have any changes so I bought two using my RM 1 cash. Ate one,and I bought an Ice Lemon Tea from the beverages stall. Just to get myself smaller money to pay that guy. Then I headed back to the stall to buy one more, and ask him to tapao. This was the moment that screwd up my entire morning. Really. This is the case... I waited for a moment there, holding the 1 nasi lemak I bought just now since there's a few customers in front. After they'd done, I went to the front and took out my RM 1. Then I said, ''Beli satu, ini dua tapao'' while pointing towards the one I bought and the one I wanted to buy at that moment. When I said that I put the one I bought on the table with other nasi lemak, and I thought he wouldn't be that RETARDED. He looked at me and asked for two ringgit. I then tried to explain that I just bought two from him, and I ate one. Now I wanted to buy another one, and tapao together with the one I bought. And you know what's that RETARD's facial expression? He shook his head and kept on asking for 2 ringgit 2 ringgit. I explained again and again and he's still showing that retarded face. At that time I really wanted to slap him in the face. But of course I didn't want to get myself into trouble with someone as retarded as him, so in the end I paid RM 1 for one, and he confiscated the one I bought just now. Yeh yeh, this world is full of retarded people. Can you imagine that someone could actually forget that I just bought  TWO nasi lemak from him back then, 15 minutes before, and that RETARD DID SAW ME HOLDING MY NASI LEMAK AND WALKING TOWARDS HIS STALL. Fine, today he robbed one ringgit from me, from now on I would make him lose more than one ringgit. I'd never buy anything from his stall anymore, so when he lose one customer, he lose income. That RETARD surely deserves it. If he was willing to listen to me, fine no problem, but with his FUKING FACE and retarded brain I was really pissed off. He made me looked as though I'm the one who's trying to scam him, while he was the real asshole. My whole day's mood was screwd, thanks to that bastard. At that moment I remembered one scene last time, that was when I was playing at the CC nearby my house. I paid money to a you-know-what race person, right after my frend paid him. That asshole was chatting with his frend, and I told him my PC number. RM 6, he said, and I paid him RM 10 and got back RM 4. I put the RM 4 on my wallet, and put both on a table while I sat at an empty space to chat with my frend. Later on my frend wanted to play some game, so I opened another computer and started the game. After a while, a you-know-what race guy came and told me I didn't pay for the computer I played with just now. What?! I DID pay him and the RM 4 was right beside me. Its IMPOSSIBLE that I didn't pay. So, fine I went to the counter and told him I did pay, and you know what happen? That asshole stated blindly, if you did pay then the comp should be shut off, but now the comp still on means you didn't pay. Fuk it, and I was thinking of how to explain to him, while the counter was crowded with you-know-what race people. Then one started to scare me off by yelling at me, and showing actions that he's going to hit me or sth. Finally, the usual me, who was always the one who surrender, gave way. I don't want to fight with those low people , and I'm alone while they were with their gang. O well, I paid AGAIN, 6 ringgits again. FUK! The system was really bad since there's no receipt showing that I paid. Everyone was trusting each other, and things that shudn't happen, happened. So am I the unlucky one? I don't know, but one thing was for sure: That fuker was not doing his job properly. If I was to ask him to get the CCTV tape to check, I'm sure that he wouldn't give a damn. Fine, no use fighting with these retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      K enough about fuked up stuffs. Later I went to One-Stop to buy some karipaps, with my mood screwd and my heart burning of anger. Even after I drinked my Iced Lemon Tea which was ice-cold, my inner fire didn't lose its heat one bit. In the bus I tried very hard not to think about that retarded scene, but without anything to do, (my earphones left in the house) I couldn't help flashing back that scene. At the end I managed to sleep somehow, and arrived there. Jeya told us to put our things at the classroom, and go to the hangar to see something. And so we all did, going down and watching them work. At first we were excited, and stood there watching ... watching ... Later we felt that there's nothing much, and we were getting bored coz they were just doing nothing much at all. Jeya and Eason were doing something beside the aircraft, which I didn't understand one bit. I only saw some other people fixing the epoxy sealant to seal the panels back. Later Thaddeus got bored and said to Jeya he wanted to go back. Most of the people followed, as Jeya said if you want to go back, then everyone will go back. Then without my knowledge, William and Sam stayed there, and I played games with other people. Only when lunch time was about to come, both of them came back, saying they learnt a lot of stuff, and how pro Jeya was and things. Bloody hell, why didn't they call us down again? We all thought that there's nothing much to see and so we went back. We couldn't be standing there like a bunch of idiots watching them doing their job. Its OK if there was someone else explaining what the people were doing, and someone to attend us. Screw it, I went to get some hot water at the water cooler outside. Hell. the hot water just wouldn't come out. OMG. We all opened our maggie cup, and there's not hot water!?! Then we saw a water cooker inside a room, and Sam asked if we could go in and get some hot water. The guy outside the room said something very lanci, and we all were pissed. Someone suggested that we try our lucks at the crew pantry nearby, and so we went. Three guys were sitting inside, and Sam asked. Oh great, holy light shone upon us. They were kind enough to allow us, not like the asshole earlier. The room was air-cond'd, and yet those guys smoked inside it. The smell was quite awful, but o well, I'm not staying there for long, so got our stuffs and went back. Argh, I asked K.K to order food for me, but I had enough food for lunch already. I ate the nasi lemak, one karipap, and the cup mee. Bloody full I was, and I couldn't finish the food K.K ordered. I knew I shouldn't waste food but I relle couldn't finish it. Went down with some other people to an aircraft as Jeya was doing some EGR. That was pretty scary .. As the aircraft was throttled to full speed, it suddenly jerked, and I was scared like hell. I thought the restraining devices were not functioning properly, with the engines at full power I really thought that the aircraft was going to fly away. But alas nothing happend, peace. I barely saw the flaps and spoilers deployed from the inside of the aircraft. After that nothing much to mention, and we went back to Nilai. At 7.15 pm the CLS 10th Aniversary was on. I bought the ticket (RM 10) , thinking that the 'free food'' mentioned in the ticket was something like a buffet style food. When I got there, I was stunned for a moment as I saw them distributing food packs. Heck. Really sux. Took the food, and went to the canteen to have it with AP, Chin and Kent. Anyways there were a lot of girls with beautiful outfits in the vicinity of the canteen and President Hall. Not bad not bad.. I crumbled the ticket and left it at the canteen, as I only looked forward to the food, and knowing that the food was very bad, I gave up. Went back to the room with Chin, while AP and Ken went in for the show. Later AP phoned me and said someone was playing piano! Again I was stunned speechless. And the song was FF X Ending Theme, the song I knew how to play! I regretted like mad why I just didn't went in. I considered long enough whether I should go anot, and at the end I decided to go, but my ticket was crumbled and left in the canteen, probably ended up in a rubbish bin by then. O well, guess I'll just listen from the outside. Even if I get myself not to go, I couldn't study too, since my heart had already flown off to PH already. I knew that I had to do it to calm myself down. When I aproached there, with my heart full of hope, no sound of a piano was heard. All I could hear was the host talking of something, and some other music played. I wasn't that disappointed, and going there really calmed me down. Really screwd up day, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: It took me long enough considering whether I should write this here. And I thought that spitting all here will ease my feelings, and it did. I felt really good after writing this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-4756684181664669872?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/4756684181664669872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=4756684181664669872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4756684181664669872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4756684181664669872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-screwd-up-day.html' title='What A Screwd Up Day! ~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-82135556782579908</id><published>2008-09-08T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:50:39.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday~</title><content type='html'>~ Monday ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Yaaawn.. too lazy to wake up.. Got downstairs to get my drink, went back up and played for a long time before having my breakfast. Later I was alone in the house, and I continued playing till 3 p.m before watching some TV progs. Later at 4 p.m mom had tuition, and I went to her room to sleep. My bed wasn't as comfortable as hers so.. hehe. Slept till 7 + and then had my dinner. Gosh mom wanted to depart earlier, and I haven't finish packing my stuff yet. Hell, had to rush and rush, and finally I couldn't find my earphones. Shiet, that was really bad. Earphones were very very important to me in college, and going without it really kills me. O well, maybe I'll just buy another one at college, depending on the price.. Reached college at around 10 p.m, and played some games with AP. Fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-82135556782579908?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/82135556782579908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=82135556782579908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/82135556782579908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/82135556782579908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday.html' title='Monday~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-1978017440890513821</id><published>2008-09-08T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:46:01.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday~</title><content type='html'>~ Sunday ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Haha I actually planned to go for Dim Sum restaurant again, and my mom went through the trouble to dig me up from my bed. Guess a bulldozer or something stronger would be fine ^^. zombie-ed all the way to the restaurant, and after having some food I slowly gained my consciousness. Went home, and practiced piano before going for class at 1 p.m. As usual, had fun with my piano teacher, and she said I learn songs quite fast. Perhaps I'm fast, or maybe the song is simple. Who knows? Gotta get my scales up now, and I lost my interest in ''Dai Goh'' edi.. I mistook it for ''Lei Gah Chut Zhao'' (Runaway From Home). O well, since my piano teacher helped me to get the scores, so I guess I'll try to finish learning it for her sake &gt;&lt;. Well well, now I'm having a load of good time playing ''Silent Hill Theme''. At first I thought I would take a lot of time to learn it, but after I got the hook of it I progressed real fast. Just train a little bit of my fingering and I could memorize the whole song easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Nothing much in the evening, and at night my mom was in a good mood, and so she agreed to fetch me back on Monday night. Yeah, one more day at home with my lao po ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-1978017440890513821?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/1978017440890513821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=1978017440890513821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1978017440890513821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1978017440890513821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-1568100456968210535</id><published>2008-09-07T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:27:29.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday~~</title><content type='html'>~ Saturday ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Yeh, the best day in a week ^^ Set my alarm clock to 6.45 a.m but I failed to wake up &gt;&lt; Only until 7.30 a.m I got my arse out of my bed, and went for basketball with my frends. As always we didn't play much since they only talk talk and drag time. After that, had our usual breakfast at the mamak stall nearby before going to cc. Hair cut later at 2.30 pm, and had some piano practice till 6 or 7 before going out for dinner at Park Way. Simply enjoyable. Later at night I couldn't sleep, so I searched for sudoku in phone, and I managed to get my phone one. Yeah, very good indeed. Oh, before that I tried to troubleshoot the CD player of my mom's Waja. That player was RETARDED as it couldn't read CD R-W. And if I use new WMP to burn then it also wouldn't work. How sucky. Later I used my old comp to burn , and removed a .wma song and it worked. I didn't know whether its the .wma or the burner had problem, but o well, since it worked then I didn't giv a damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-1568100456968210535?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/1568100456968210535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=1568100456968210535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1568100456968210535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1568100456968210535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday~~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-2524354993430490940</id><published>2008-09-06T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:49:58.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days</title><content type='html'>~ 2 Days ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Yesterday night was shitty. Went for basketball again with them, but this time I screwd up most of the time. Guess I didn't have my best form. O well, after that me, Chai, and Kent vs Ben, Richard, and Kin Fai. Obviously we didn't stand any chance against them. And that ass Ben made a bet with us, the loser team shall do 20 times pumping. Screw it, I didn't agree but Chai and Kent didn't object. Carried on, and lost like an idiot to them. Fine, I took it like a man, and went back to the room right away. My muscles above my chest were aching quite badly that my movements were pretty much restricted. So I lied on my bed, thinking about my defeat. It took me pretty long to accept it, since I don't take defeats easily. Anyways, I know that its my weakness that causes me to lose, and I was a bit annoyed by the pumping bet. At first I blamed Kent and Chai in my heart , for accepting it, but o well, there's no I in a team, so I know I hold responsibility in our lost too. Later I cleaned my room, and noticed that I needed a vacuum cleaner. Dust was everywhere, and sweeping using a broom didn't help much against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Today was ok, woke up with a tired body. When I walk out, I saw Ooi at the 3rd floor. We waved to each other, and I laughed becoz its just like two zombies waving to each other. We both look sleep-deprived. Had a little breakfast, and went for Gopal's class. That old hag, he's really getting under my skins now. Ben went into arguments with him again. At the end of the class, Ben was pissed off, and went to see Kunalan to make some noise, although I didn't know what's the results. Heck, Azlan had a class with us at 3-5, yawnz. We all thought that today was only until 3pm, and now we had to drag the class till 5. Shiet it. I had to SMS my mom and call her to come fetch me, but she's not available. Luckily she sent back a message to me saying ''ok''. If not I would've taken a bus back, assuming that she didn't see the message. I don't want to wait for something that wouldn't happen. Things went smoothly later, and I reached home at 6 + . Had fun with my wife again ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-2524354993430490940?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/2524354993430490940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=2524354993430490940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2524354993430490940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2524354993430490940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-day.html' title='2 Days'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3189041082818366152</id><published>2008-09-05T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:23:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mood Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3189041082818366152?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3189041082818366152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3189041082818366152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3189041082818366152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3189041082818366152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-mood-tonight.html' title='Bad Mood Tonight'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3529764904761903473</id><published>2008-09-04T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:09:55.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ To Hell With My Laptop ! ~</title><content type='html'>~ The Hell With My Laptop ! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheez, today was a bad day. I successfully woke up by means of alarm clocks, but to my surprise, the fearsome, gruesome incarnate of devils was right at my table. Luckily I came to notice it before it could get into contact with me. The night before, I heard some noise from my plastic bags, and spotting it confirmed my suspicions. Instantly I took the two most important items: phone to call backup, and shieldtox as a weapon of choice. Called AP from his sleep, and he went down pretty quickly to solve my problem. I would have to get myself stronger weapons next time. Packed up all necessary things, and waited for a moment. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242025949725165586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SL9q0-y_iBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1cuVKPmA9kY/s400/03092008322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Its 8.00 a.m already and yet only five of us showed up at the waiting place. And guess what? Kunalan told us to get up the bus and asked the driver to depart. Whoa, 5 people only? As teh bus was about to reach the point of no return, Sam dashed up, followed by William, Ben, AP, and a few more guys. Those who didn't board the bus, too bad for them... In the end only 12 people were on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual we did a little studying, this time on pneumatics, and the Jeya fella went away again, leaving us plenty of time to play. At first my laptop was pretty smooth in connection, and as soon as AP finished the first Pimp My Peon WCIII game, problems started to come. Kept on DC-ing every now and then. I was particularly pissed with it, since I couldn't join the fun playing with others. And sadly enough I was bored playing the same game in my laptop over and over again. I must send it for replacement and checks, goddammit. Fuk BenQ. Fuk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242025950146233714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SL9q1AXYhXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XrY31wUaJa8/s400/03092008323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We are having fun with our laptops ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Took a short nap in the bus, and I woke up by a moderate shake of the bus. Violant maneouvring &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242025957739729074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SL9q1cp0ELI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/fs-HlCYMwzg/s400/03092008325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Looking into the sky gives me some kind of calmness. The infinite width and depth of the universe.. It just makes one feel that their problems are NOTHING compared to the greatness of the universe. And the ever-changing faces of the sky, amazes me everytime I look at it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Night time was boring, really really boring. Had my dinner, and watched Kungfu Panda ^^. Pretty good show there, but the idea was too basic to be called good. Anyways the story still touches me. Later I on my MSN, and saw her online. Paiseh, I don't have much topics to start with, and I chose to keep silent. What to do, I know I'm such a boring person, and I seriously doubt she would have anymore interest to talk to someone like me. Haihz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3529764904761903473?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3529764904761903473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3529764904761903473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3529764904761903473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3529764904761903473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-hell-with-my-laptop.html' title='~ To Hell With My Laptop ! ~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SL9q0-y_iBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1cuVKPmA9kY/s72-c/03092008322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-2587253143179270600</id><published>2008-09-03T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:58:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basketball is Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;~ Basketball is Fun ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up and had a quick breakfast with cup mee~ I wished to have something better: some biscuits will do, but unfortunately there's none left. Must restock next week. I pulled aside the curtain, and the sky was dyed a dark-blue. What a beautiful colour! I like it when the sky is a little dark and bluish. Later when I was enjoying my mee with some good music, AP walked past and talked a bit. He didn't sleep yesterday, and took a stroll at the lake. Wow, that's so unusual to see him in the morning, especially at 7.oo++ a.m. O well, got myself a cup of Milo before heading out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposedly we should have Konas's class, but due to some reason, most probably he had to settle some of his daughter's business ( gettin married soon ). Azlan KS-ed his class again, and taught us much stuff about the tools. Reamers, tap and die... How to use them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241468319373358066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SL1vqn22c_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/e-B9vKCiHmY/s400/02092008320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The class during take-five. Some are catching some short nap, while others head for One Stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The class finished without much problem, and I went back to continue some sleeping. All I did was remaining in my sub-conscious state till 1 p.m, then got to the canteen for some lunch. Met Sam and Kim Fai in the canteen, and Ooi came later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that it was Kunalan's class again. Had fun with his teachings, but I think his speed was a little too slow. There's much to be covered... We discussed a bit about the A/Cond Class, and Kunalan said that the lecturer hoped the class to be on Saturday. I was like WTF?? Saturday? This must be a joke, even its not funny at all. Frankly if the classese were to be on Saturday, I won't give a damn to it. To hell with the stupid arrangements. Either he put it on Monday, or Get The F Off. AP was in his graveyard time, so he didn't come for Kunalan's class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dinner at about 7.00 p.m after calling AP. Turned out that Kent and his apprentices were also going for dinner. Told Kent that we were having basketball later, and he did come. The more the merier ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241468312831879474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SL1vqPfPaTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/D62Nkn2aDwo/s400/02092008321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Played quite long, from 8.00 p.m till 10.00 p.m. Woot, I was sweating so much that I looked like I just came out from a pool. Anyways its always good to exercise. After everything, my body didn't feel like mine anymore. My whole body was about to shatter. Later I tried to sleep but didn't make it, so I got up to write this, and went back to sleep. Hope I could close my eyes for tomorrow's trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-2587253143179270600?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/2587253143179270600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=2587253143179270600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2587253143179270600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2587253143179270600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/basketball-is-fun.html' title='Basketball is Fun'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SL1vqn22c_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/e-B9vKCiHmY/s72-c/02092008320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-1137325064972417210</id><published>2008-09-02T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:38:46.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;~ Nothing Special ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was half-awake when my mom woke me up for breakfast. Yawn ~~ Laziness and more laziness.. Dragged my 1000kg body downstairs, and caught a short nap in the car as my mom drove to the Dim Sum Restaurant at Taipan. At first I thought I wouldn't bother going, but I did go eventually. We occupied a table and there we went~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241463919169108066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SL1rqf0Z-GI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hZMXvqOiMpk/s400/01092008317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A typical view of a Dim Sum Restaurant~~ Can see the morning crowd, teapots, waiters get the food around~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't ate my favourite egg tart for a long time, and that feeling was really goood ^^ Later I practiced Silent Hill Theme piano, most of the parts I could play by sight, but I could only play it Very Very Slooooowly... Had to beef up my finger speed to play it right. My sis tapao-ed KFC, but she got me original flavoured chicken &gt;.&lt; I HATE original, and everytime I have KFC I would order Spicy for sure. O well, guess I had to compromise with it. Went back to college at night, pretty lonely, and AP came for a visit and for his Norron business. ~the end~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-1137325064972417210?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/1137325064972417210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=1137325064972417210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1137325064972417210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1137325064972417210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SL1rqf0Z-GI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hZMXvqOiMpk/s72-c/01092008317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-7147911021710342517</id><published>2008-09-01T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:31:13.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends~~</title><content type='html'>~ Weekends ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Its the weekends again, the happiest days in a week !! This Saturday was quite fun; I went for Basketball, to CC, to Summit for lunch, and a movie in the afternoon. The food at Summit Hotel was exotic, with its Baked Cheese with crab and mushrooom~~ My favourites all-in-one ^^ Also have prawns, lemon chicken, and munch munch... I watched The Mummy wit my family, and it turned out to be a low cost production. Most of it was purely computer-generated, and a lot of the fighting scenes were blurry.. Anyways the plot and idea were good~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Sunday? Its Merdeka Day~~~~ HAppy birthday Malaysia, 51 years old liao, wish you stay the same. Went to the night market with my sis at around 6 p.m. At night I watched Wall.E DVD with my sis. The idea was nice too, but IMO a little short. Quite touching at the end. Nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Anyways had fun with my lao po as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-7147911021710342517?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/7147911021710342517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=7147911021710342517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/7147911021710342517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/7147911021710342517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekends.html' title='Weekends~~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3115142517364371379</id><published>2008-08-30T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:38:19.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>~ Home Sweet Home ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Yeah, today was Friday!! Miraculously I was late today. So unusual of me. Maybe I was overjoyed because I would go back later in the evening. At first I woke up at 8.45 a.m but my lazy body just wouldn't get out from the bed. I turned off the two alarms, and lied on my bed for a moment, and eventually dozed off indeliberately &gt;&lt;. Luckily I was able to wake up at 10 a.m, and everything was sped up to twice the normal speed. Got myself up in 5 minutes, and rushed to the classroom. When I recalled that it was Gopal's class, I was a little scared. That old man was kinda strict, and I fear that he would humiliate me. No matter, I rushed to the room, and *knock knock* I opened the door and creeped in. Gopal spat a few words to me, but I didn't hear it as my head was not fully active yet ( I'm still half-awake). Almost at the same time when he spoke, I shot him my apology, ''Sorry I'm late.'' He just shook his head a little bit, and let me into the class. Phew, peace ^^''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Before that AP actually called me at 8 in the morning, and 10 a.m. Gopal screwd Chin Thai because he was playing wit his phone all the time when he was teachin. I was also using my phone to settle my Norron business, but I couldn't finish it because the signal was too unstable. (that pretty pissed me off) Luckily Gopal didn't catch me red-handed. Later he went into an argument with Ben, and seriously he likes to accuse people and he just WON'T listen to people's idea. Perhaps this is who an old hag should look like. People like him tend to think that they know everything in the world, and their opinions are always right. Hence they bar all other information that clashes with thier thoughts, and keep on thinking the world is square. Although Selva is somewhat like Gopal, but at least Selva is better in the sense that he is really helpful in our studies, unlike Gopal who elaborates nonsense. People like him would never gain my respect, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Later I had Azlan's class. Most people were late, since this was the last class and they were busy packing stuff. Well, class continued, and I was paying my attention to the class. Sadly enough not much people seem to appreciate Azlan and he was taken for granted. Azlan was truly hoping us to succeed, and he teaches every class using his heart. Before this semester I didn't like him much because you-know-why, but then I started to respect him as a lecturer for his hard work. Other people like Pravin and Kin Fai were seriously interrupting the class. Irritated, but I couldn't do anything; I didn't want to go against the crowd. Say if I was to stand up and asked them to keep quiet, they would've thought I'm lanc-ing and keep their distance from me. Dilemma, huh.. So I had no choice but to listen to Azlan as much as possible, but in the end the class didn't progress much due to Pravin keep making noise and doing nonsense. Seriously I started to hate him, not because I'm jealous that he was very good academically, but his attitude. If he doesn't want to listen, I'm fine with that. But if he makes noise and cause other people unable to focus, then it really pisses me off. I know he's smart, and even if he fool around in class he can still do well in exams. But how about the others? He's so selfish. Enough about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Mom reached at 5.30 p.m, and we got home at 6.20 p.m. First thing to do? Of course, having fun with my ''lao po'' lor.. At night I couldn't sleep, and stayed up till graveyard time. I don't know whether I can still wake up if I sleep now.. Ok thats it ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3115142517364371379?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3115142517364371379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3115142517364371379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3115142517364371379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3115142517364371379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-1184125243029655086</id><published>2008-08-30T02:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T03:15:22.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures (Continued)</title><content type='html'>~ Pictures (Continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhJZpXXC7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/055dxETPmkw/s1600-h/15082008231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240018871394962354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhJZpXXC7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/055dxETPmkw/s400/15082008231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from HF block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhJZ4hA3jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wr_vr3EKtMI/s1600-h/15082008230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240018875461983794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhJZ4hA3jI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wr_vr3EKtMI/s400/15082008230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From Sam's Room ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhI36iRbtI/AAAAAAAAAII/x61kot2tAqw/s1600-h/19072008119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240018291888582354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhI36iRbtI/AAAAAAAAAII/x61kot2tAqw/s400/19072008119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Middle part of the canteen. I thought this angle was pretty good and I snapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhI4HMlw6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fzPEfX9R318/s1600-h/04082008178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240018295287301026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhI4HMlw6I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fzPEfX9R318/s400/04082008178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sentral with moderate amount of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhIX94VO0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/wnBjHHdbw1c/s1600-h/19072008123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240017743030598466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhIX94VO0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/wnBjHHdbw1c/s400/19072008123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A view from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhIXzkLdlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o28ex5D0-yc/s1600-h/28072008171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240017740261717586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhIXzkLdlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/o28ex5D0-yc/s400/28072008171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My holy, sacred, imba, uber, mechanical, pencil! I wanted to buy another one, but couldn't find any. Who knows where to buy this pencil, plz tell me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240016787574482050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhHgWh15II/AAAAAAAAAHg/97XAseQc6pw/s400/27082008302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shot this from inside the bus. The sky was way more beautiful than what this picture shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhHzpDXKCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RQVg8Rfmrl4/s1600-h/27082008307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240017118964426786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhHzpDXKCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RQVg8Rfmrl4/s400/27082008307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soon the dark clouds engulfed the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhHz_ntl1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zr4wznS6zQ0/s1600-h/27082008309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240017125022472018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhHz_ntl1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zr4wznS6zQ0/s400/27082008309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a downpour washed the Earth clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhHgFHX46I/AAAAAAAAAHY/JajJ54KmmGk/s1600-h/27082008299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240016782900061090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhHgFHX46I/AAAAAAAAAHY/JajJ54KmmGk/s400/27082008299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder where this was taken? In the Dnest training room !! Fortunately I brought the extension(white), and others all feed on my extension ^^ There was about 9 laptops there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats it for this post, perhaps I will put some more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-1184125243029655086?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/1184125243029655086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=1184125243029655086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1184125243029655086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1184125243029655086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-continued.html' title='Pictures (Continued)'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLhJZpXXC7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/055dxETPmkw/s72-c/15082008231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-330171434005361149</id><published>2008-08-28T23:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:06:29.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ops, and here's some pictures that I shot randomly ^^</title><content type='html'>~ Ops Here's Some Pictures That I took randomly ^^ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the pictures will make much sense, since I took them when I had the mood. Enjoy if you can :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239594398081759426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbHWDDKOMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p89XD465-do/s400/20082008251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First day to Dnest !! Having a light mood ^^ (Credits to William d Photographer)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239594393035502114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbHVwQCciI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SIMKc6P3fwk/s400/20082008250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;William the intelligent guy ^^ Always has his questions to shoot at people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239594830446628082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbHvNu-jPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/32JqHvpGf7g/s400/20082008253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The usual Chinese gang, Thaddeus, K.K, Ooi, and Kim Fai. (Sam's infront, and the one at right corner is Chin Tai, and the hair at lower right corner is mine &gt;&lt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239594832937857602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbHvXA7skI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qIt2S55qCh4/s400/20082008256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kim Chuan = Jing Quan = Autopilot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239595103821343698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbH_IIlq9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/F3nst6kpVMY/s400/20082008257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After much chit-chatting, the bus went quiet and most people dozed off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239595384372717170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbIPdRP5nI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SCs901otL5I/s400/20082008260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lookin at the slides, but the instructor was pretty boring IMO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239595107673195826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbH_We8RTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Dz9hqMHUtgA/s400/20082008258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is William confused again? Others is listening, but I doubt they were.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239595663546586930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbIftRfFzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GeFUdx89Nh8/s400/20082008264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They finished their food quicker, and waited under the tree for the rest of the pack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbI0KxS2uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EwXJUV0djAs/s1600-h/20082008261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239596015062014690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbI0KxS2uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EwXJUV0djAs/s400/20082008261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Chuan sat at a deserted stall but I didn't sit there, since I'm not ordering anything, paiseh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbIf8UkAcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bd6CkLeji3Y/s1600-h/20082008267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239595667586023874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbIf8UkAcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bd6CkLeji3Y/s400/20082008267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There comes the pack, swarming around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239596008765077026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbIzzT_NiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dwqXWz4epi0/s400/20082008269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was behind them, took a good shot to show them walking back to Dnest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats it for this post, I will get more later. And uploading these really takes time so appreciate it &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbIP0_CtYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/195oSIy0Fl0/s1600-h/20082008261.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-330171434005361149?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/330171434005361149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=330171434005361149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/330171434005361149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/330171434005361149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/08/ops-and-heres-some-pictures-that-i-shot.html' title='Ops, and here&apos;s some pictures that I shot randomly ^^'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLbHWDDKOMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p89XD465-do/s72-c/20082008251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-4967146813878781929</id><published>2008-08-28T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:24:34.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day ^^</title><content type='html'>~ Good Day ^^ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had Kunalan's class today going well at 10 am. Although he was not that good in explaining things (i.e When you ask A he will answer B) but today's class wasn't that bad. We all were very eager to learn @@ . Again it was pretty rare to see them getting all serious out of a sudden to learn. Anyway its not a bad thing at all, at least they were on the right track (applause to them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLa_jMIlvhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uj4xbIqz3H0/s1600-h/28082008313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239585827765730834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLa_jMIlvhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uj4xbIqz3H0/s320/28082008313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;In the picture you can see the intelligent William discussing pumps and throwing questions all around. Farther behind is the Shamir and Pravin's group ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later Kunalan went to us and added his points and infos, then we slowly put all pieces of puzzle together, and alas, we know what is a pump !! Lunch later, and went back my room to write my blog for yesterday. Hmm, then it was Konas's class at 2 pm. The same scenario occured again, but this time the subject was diodes. Konas went thru all the trouble trying to explain what would happen when the diode was this, that... Still blurr, I turned to Ooi for help. He was very good at explaining things, and usually he could make everyone understand - truly the material to become a great teacher ^^. At last I got a little understanding of it, and the last part was still a little confusing to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Gopal's next, and I was pretty pissed at the way he asked questions. And his style of teaching and speaking, really boooooring... But after taking five, he shot some jokes around, and relieved the tension in the clas. He's not fit to be a teacher, since he was someone like Zaman the Ah Pek. Always hanging on a point and elaborating nonsense. In the end nothing much in the syllabus was taught, and I would have to recap  everything myself. Oh, and Kunalan told us the class from 6 - 10pm was cancelled, and its unlikely that tomorrow will have Ganesan's class ! O well, sounds really good, since I didn't have to combat my sleepiness until 10. Back to the room, and went dinner afterwards. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;       Had a game of Chinese Chess with AP again, and Ooi called from Richard's room to ask whether I'm going to basketball later. I went there a little later, after settling everything in my room to AP - Lock the doors when you go out, take care of my things, don't simply touch my goods, etc etc. I played pretty well tonight, with occasional scores and assists. And I ran around like I had infinite energy &gt;&lt; and that left me so bloody tired after the game. If everyday can be like today, life's very good ^^ O yeah, tomorrow's a FRIDAY! Which Means I can go home to see my lao po ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-4967146813878781929?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/4967146813878781929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=4967146813878781929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4967146813878781929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4967146813878781929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-day.html' title='Good Day ^^'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/SLa_jMIlvhI/AAAAAAAAAFo/uj4xbIqz3H0/s72-c/28082008313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-7738968140739470780</id><published>2008-08-28T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:48:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DaNest again</title><content type='html'>~ DaNest Again ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Today's the weekly Dnest trip . I went there with my laptop, rations, extension plugs, and my phone along with earphones to kill my boredom. Last week's trip was totally boring, with actual teaching and learning for only about 40minutes or so. Other than that, all of us just sat down and enjoyed ourselves. Lunch was bad, too. There's no canteens or whatsoever in Dnest, so we had to walk ourselves out from the facility, and down the road to a stall. When we reached there, I was originally planning not to eat, since I didn't have enough money for that week (I had to suscribe the internet in College) and I wanted to lose some weight &gt;&lt; But seeing others all enjoying their food I couldn't help getting myself one, too. That place was totally not for human to have their lunch at - stray cats wandering about, flies orbit around the food, and its so darn dirty. I couldn't stay there any longer, as soon as I finished my food and footed the bill, I went out to the front gate rightaway. Took some pictures outside Dnest gate, and waited for the gang to come ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Oops seems that I've drifted way back to last week's trip. Ok back to the topic, this week's trip wasn't that bad compared to last week's, since AP and I chose to stay in the training room rather than walking so far, basking in the cruel sunlight, and having our lunch in that hell-ish place. After my coursemates came back, we tried to play some games but I quitted eventually since the connection was unstable and laggy. After lunch the Instructor brought us to see some Air Legislation documents, such as Maintenance Manuals, Service Bulletins, Technical Logbooks, and such. Later we met up with an aircraft engineer, and he explained the basics of the aircraft to us while giving us a tour around the aircraft. For the first time we were able to see the real split pins, locking wires, landing gear devices and stuffs. Not bad, and he explained those things really well. Anyways he couldn't show us the reservoir or pumps since he would have to open up a lot of parts to gain access to the pump. The power too, was not enough for him to show us the pressure meters and stuffs in the cockpit. He promised that he would get everything done next week when we visit Dnest again, and I hope he will be there again to guide us ^^. The kaya bread I had earlier did little to fill my stomach, and after we left the training room, I opened my Cup mee and went to search for some hot water. I remembered there was a water machine near the entrance, and when I tried to use it, it just wouldn't work. Owh, can see but kenot eat, how pathetic. As I walked out of the facility in despair, AP suddenly called me back. Actually the hot water had a double protection system, and pushing just one button wouldn't get it working. Hence I got my Cup mee ready, and I borrowed his jacket to cover it up since the bus driver might not like people eating on the bus. Then as the bus departed, rain started to pour , and I got myself shooting some pictures from the inside of the bus. Later on everyone was asleep, and I retracted into my subconscious state again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Later in the night I played chess with AP and chatted a little bit before playing Pokemon Leaf Green till 1 am XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-7738968140739470780?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/7738968140739470780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=7738968140739470780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/7738968140739470780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/7738968140739470780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/08/danest-again.html' title='DaNest again'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-6866618143969949530</id><published>2008-08-26T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:35:50.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful Day</title><content type='html'>~ A Stressful Day ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Haih, 8 a.m class... I actually woke up at 6.45 a.m by my alarm clocks, but I turned off them and lied down on my bed till 7.45 a.m. During that time I was in my subconscious state, dreaming of weird things and yet I could still know what time it was. Haha wasn't that something peculiar? I rushed to get myself ready for the class, and there I went. Konas' class was not bad, just a little dry and I was kinda sleepy... Very torturing not to be able to sleep, especially when I'm feeling so sleeeeepy... Finally I managed to hang on until 9 a.m when we had a short break. I dived down the stairs and went straight to the Mart to get myself some breakfast.. My hungry stomach will not forgive me if I starve it any longer &gt;&lt; Feasted on my curry pups, and enjoyed some Lipton Ice Tea before continuing the class. Although not that sleepy anymore, I still couldn't focus on the class, perhaps I've gotten lazier recently. Azlan's class was next, and he lectured us for about 40 minutes because someone was late for the class. From a small point, he elaborated and mumbled for THAT long.. After that class went on, and some tools like rules, scriber, surface plates, hacksaws were taught, and I was wayy busy searching for the apropriate pages in the AST books, which had all the information scrambled up. The point is, the book didn't have a goddamn glossary! Hence we all had to flip thru 200++ pages to find certain pages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Later someone asked Azlan about HCS, and it just came to my mind that it meant High Carbon Steel, and the words came out of my mouth in the form of a whisper. Azlan taught I was whispering to him, and he answere that fella, then turned back to me and told the whole class,'' Look, this person did a lot of homework and preparation. Just now.. bla bla bla..'' At that particular moment I didn't know what kind of expression I should give, so I just act calm and look to the front as if nothing happened (I was sitting at the front row). Anyways HCS was something very simple, and everyone else should know what it was already, its just that I was the first to ''answer'' lol.. I didn't study much at home either, so I don't think I deserve that praise. Whatever, went for lunch, and back to the room to find ways to put music into my bloggie ^^'' I knew it could be done easily, but I just forgot how. Later on I managed to do it, and its almost 2 p.m already, so out for kunalan's class. Met up with Maha and chatted a little.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      Brought my laptop, but I didn't feel like using it in the class. As always, Kunalan cracked jokes and the atmosphere was pretty relaxing. Later when we came to pressurised reservoir problem came. William, as who he was, asked hard questions again, and discussed with Sam, Kim Fai and Ooi. Looking at them stunned me for a moment, as they look really serious and intrigued to learn, which was quite rare for people who didn't like studying that much. I went over to listen, and Kunalan came to explain a little bit. Back to room later, and enjoyed the CD I downloaded a few days ago. It was a CD I have been dying for, and finally I managed to obtain its torrent from some webby. The CD was ''Kanon AIR Piano Arrange Album Re-feel'', which was Kanon and Air OSTs editted versions ^^ Really really relaxing, and if I light up my aroma, and make myself a nice cup of green tea, I think all my stresses could just fade away. Later I surfed for new skins for my blog, and this was the worst part of today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I managed to get myself a few good skins from blogskins.com but those skins I liked had some problem. The positions of the posts deviated, and I couldn't find out why. Argh, temporarily overwhelmed by sadness... Imagine working for over 3 hours and got nothing in return... Annoyed, I went for dinner with AP. Min Fuei was already at the canteen with Kent and company when we arrived. I was a little pissed, they went dinner without calling us. Whatever, I acted like nothing and had my dinner. Later AP went to my room and as usual, we had a game of Chinese Chess XD Won again this time, but winning or losing doesn't really matter. Its hard to find anyone at home to play chess with me, since my family disliked chess, and I'm the only one who likes chess. At least I have someone to play a game of chess with when I'm bored ^^ Alas I gave up attempting to change my skin, and I just left it as it was. The music I'm still unsure whether which MiDi to put, as the sound was bad. Strangely enough when I played it using media players it went well, but when its played thru blog the damper for piano would just behave as though its stepped on all the time. It made the sound dragging and dragging, aw! Spoilt all my mood. Later on I tried to find alternate ways to change it, but it seemed that all MiDi files were like that. Gave up eventually, and I think I will just leave the BGM to my old choice. Anyways, during the search for midi uploader I stumbled across a good website which offered anime OST downloads for FREE. Downloaded a bit of it, and went to sleep early for tomorrow's trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-6866618143969949530?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/6866618143969949530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=6866618143969949530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6866618143969949530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6866618143969949530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/08/stressful-day.html' title='Stressful Day'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-4131464552924170862</id><published>2008-08-25T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:48:40.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol here I am again.</title><content type='html'>So I've attempted to resurrect my blog again.. Lets see how long will it last xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Woke up at 9.00am but never got out of bed till 9.45 am. Lazy as always. Went down to watch Olympic closing ceremony, its not as good as the opening but still it went quite well. Played with my ''老婆'' for quite some time, and downloaded Kanon Air Arrange Album! Yes I've been dying to hear those 10 songs inside that album, and finally i found its torrent somewhere. The day before I downloaded ''Piano no Mori'' a.k.a The Piano Forest. Watching it really changes my view of the piano. And thanks to that I am able to play softly XD Before that I just spam all my strength, pressing the keys like a madman.  The story is about two kids, one being the successor of a great pianist who plays the piano in order to become a great pianist just like his father.(He was quite rich; he has a grand piano and a practice room in his bungalow) Another one is a very talented kid who learns piano all by himself, playing everyday with a special piano being dumped at a forest near his school. (He was poor, with his mother working as a prostitute i guess.. its not relle clear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Theres another character at the school which both kids were studying in. He was once a great pianist who lost the nimbleness of his left hand during  a car accident. He now teaches music at the elementary school, and he was eager to see his specially-made piano once again. It turned out that the piano in the forest, which the talented kid was playing with, was his. The piano was special - only that talented kid was able to get sound out of it, and other people simply couldn't. The talented kid rejected the music teacher at first, but then when he couldn't play Chopin pieces he was eager to know how to play it, and so he went to ask the music teacher for his instructions. The music teacher then taught him to play the scales, and how to read the scores. He also persuades him to participate in the All-Japan Competition, which is the gateway to become a professional pianist. The kid whom father was a pianist also took part in it, aiming for the first place. The ending? well, you have to watch it to find out ^^ If you want the animation movie, can come to get it from me ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Later on I took a nap on the sofa from 6 - 7 . Packed my goods and went back to college at 9+. A girl took a good look at me, as though she knew me, but becoz it was dark i couldn't recognise her, and just chose to ignore &gt;&lt; Later in MSN  I found out that she was actually the one I recently knew thru MSN.. paiseh.. Chatted till 11 before getting myself into bed. Tomorrow morning is gonna be torturing, 8 am class..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-4131464552924170862?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/4131464552924170862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=4131464552924170862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4131464552924170862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4131464552924170862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/08/lol-here-i-am-again.html' title='Lol here I am again.'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-2234751035704110987</id><published>2008-04-03T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:15:27.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry..</title><content type='html'>Hi, it has been long since I dropped a post here, probably because I was bored to write something here already. Last time, I'd spent  an hour or so just to write down everything I wanted to say, and I'd found out that it really consumes time. A lot of things had happened back then, and I will try to summarise everything I can remember until this day... February, I celebrated CNY with my family, and I did not prepare much for my coming College Exam... I was kinda worried at first, but after taking the Maths Exam, which have 40% of the questions came out from the tutorials, I finished it with the least effort. Then I just grabbed my Physics tutorial paper and read it over and over as I knew some of the questions would appear in the exam. After Physics, I was pretty nervous because I hoped that Mr. Kunalan, my Program Coordinator would postpone the EASA exam to the second semester, so that I did not have to stay longer, and I could go back and get my SPM results at Wednesday. And so, he said the exam was postponed, and I went home happily. Before the results came out, I was worrying, and I could not sleep that well at that night although I'd managed to shut my eyes at last. Then, my father fetched me to school at around 10.30 a.m, and I took the opportunity to have a stroll around the school yard. Nostalgic, huh... When I stood in front of the library, I frowned into Block D where the Science Labs were located. Ahh the memories.. Later on, I walked past the Office, and there's a whole bunch of teachers standing there for some purpose that I did not know. I headed to the canteen, and most of the familiar faces were there. Guys had long hairs, and girls dyed theirs. It took a long time before the results were out, and my friends and I had actually planned to get a basketball and play at the school court until the results came out. We met Wei Yao and his pack halfway, so we headed back to the school...After what seemed to be an eternity, the results for 5Seroja was out, and the students there were nervous and excited. Then the results came one after another for other classes as well, and we lined up to get it. My friends took theirs before me, and qutie a number of them were a little disappointed, even Wei Yao could not get Straight As... After looking at his results I felt even more afraid to look at mine, because he was around my standards, and if he could only score that, then I must ... I couldn't think of the consequences... A moment passed, and I was standing right in front of my ex- class teacher. I told her my name, with my voice a little trembling and my heartbeat over 140 per minute, and she searched for my results. I knew my face was making an odd expression at that time, so my teacher told me to smile, &gt;&lt; . Glancing it, she asked me, what results do you expect to get? Before I could finish answering,'' 9A1s?'' She said,'' You must smile~'' and handed the results to me. I took a first glance, and saw that my EST got A2, and I really thought I got 9A1s! I walked to my friends, showed it to them, and words of congratulations were shot back at me. At that moment, I'd finally known what was the meaning of smiling right from one's heart. Then, I checked again, and I saw another A2, which is moral... The happy mood of mine went away almost instantly, and my emotions returned to normal. I looked around and saw Mayjee crying a little, because she couldn't get straight A1s, although she managed to get Straight As... That was pretty unexpected, for us, and for her. She was the best student in our class, and second in the whole Form. For her, not getting Straight A1s was something so rare that it only happened once in a hundred blue moons. Although I pitied her, but in my heart I felt a little happy because even she couldn't get Straight A1s. I went home with Dad, and went to CC a short while later. Before that, I tried to call my Mom and tell her, but then she was having a meeting, and SMS-ed me,'' Having meeting, plz SMS. Having meeting, plz SMS.'' Sweat... I went to Wei Yao's house and waited for others to be ready. The feeling of sadness spawned in my mind out of nowhere while I was picturing the expression my mom would give. I recalled the scene when she knew my PMR results... The first thing she said is,''Are you satisfied with that?!'' with a rather frustrated tone... While I was busy playing, an SMS came. Its my Mom. A short word,'' Congrats!''. Unexpected.. I thought she would only say, ok-ok lar... and I'd finally dropped the big stone on my chest. I enjoyed the game before going back, and thats all for that fateful day. The holiday in March passed at a normal pace, and nothing much had been done by me these days. Recently I had lost my interest towards most of the things: Games, Studies, People, etc... Only Piano, sports and a little bit of anime interested me. Basically, in the holidays I practiced piano everyday, hardcore practicing, to finish learning a nice song by the end of the holiday. I went back to College, to settle my accomodation business with the AO. I got a room at my current block (HD) but all my course mates were at block HB, so I went to ask if I could switch my room to that block. At first, the light of hope seemed a little gloomy, but after Edwin, someone in the AO came back, we talked a little and I got the room! But the condition is, I had to stay back until that Wednesday, to give the cleaners time to clean up that room for me, as he'd only got that room back on that particular day. Gosh, 1 1/2 days without something to do... Boredom almost killed me. Finally, the day came. Got the key from him, and finished carrying my stuffs from one block to another in six trips, 40 minutes shift. Returned home later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                           to be continued-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-2234751035704110987?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/2234751035704110987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=2234751035704110987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2234751035704110987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2234751035704110987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry.html' title='Sorry..'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-2941324624337093236</id><published>2008-02-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T00:24:08.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Feb 2008</title><content type='html'>~ HAVE I FOUND THE REASON?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I woke up at 10.00 a.m., and played the piano for a short while before having my breakfast and preparing myself for the library trip. Gosh, why must I get such torment, assignments to finish during the CNY holidays... Pure evil, and I was irritated. Later, my mother fetched me to the Library at Taipan, and I was a bit confused at the exact location, but then after asking the receptionist at the ground floor, I went up to the library. I went in, and all I saw was adults reading newspapers. Wow, they sure had a lot of time to be coming there just to read newspapers... The place was very silent, a very good place to study and to do some good research. I surfed around the book shelfs after putting down my files and stationeries. So, I searched for any Mathematics books that had Prime Number topic in it, but the STPM level books didn't have the topic at all, and the PMR books talked about the basics only. Fine, I looked for Physics then, and there was no gyroscope topics as well. Jeez... Later, I checked the encyclopedia, and got myself a bit of the history of Fiber Optics, and that was pretty good info. Went back afterwards, and continued to learn ''Kizuna''. Oh before I forget, I wanna say that I'd finish watching Kanon. The story, I didn't know how to describe it, but its kinda touching. A bit boring at times, but its ok overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My sisters planned to go for a walk in Sunway Pyramid, but the plan was cancelled, and they wanted to go to the Night Market beside 3K. I wished to go, but the weather forbid me to do so. The second we stepped out from our house, the rain started to pour, and we were forced to cancel the plan again. Ate dinner, and went back to my hostel, to try the duplicated key, and to pack my things up. As I was in the journey, I thought about my personality, as it was something I couldn't grasp no matter how much I thought of it. So whenever I had nothing to do, I'd like to analyse my personality, and to learn more about myself, who I really was, and how should I improve. This time, I thought about why I strive so hard to achieve victory, to win. Almost all of the time, I thought it was solely my determination, but then today I'd found another answer. Perhaps my past had too much failures, and I had been trying hard to win, to achieve everything that was necessary, so that I wouldn't get anymore failures. Was my subconscious mind behind all these strugglings? I couldn't make sure, but there's a good possibility that this was true. No matter. Muakz can play piano!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-2941324624337093236?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/2941324624337093236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=2941324624337093236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2941324624337093236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2941324624337093236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/02/3rd-feb-2008.html' title='3rd Feb 2008'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-8938488846543592093</id><published>2008-01-31T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:41:10.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st Jan 2008</title><content type='html'>~I AM EMPTY??~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Ahh... It was so nice to have a long sleep from time to time. Doing so really replenishes my life force, and clears my mind a lot. Today, I did the Maths Test and Maths Quiz together, and I was happy to know that for the last Test I got 14.5 over 15. Jeez, although its not full marks, but I was pretty satisfied, heh. Later I returned, and watched Rozen Maiden a bit, before going out again to take my Physics quiz... Jeez, I totally thought that we would use the computer to answer the quiz, and I couldn't login into the computer using my IC and ID... And so I thought that my laptop which was using the net might be interrupting.... Without thinking much, I dashed back to off my laptop, and ran back to the Computer Lab, as I thought we would use the computer... When I opened the door, I saw my lecturer distributing the quiz paper... WTF?! How dare she fool meee...?! KNS...I sat down and asked for a paper, but she didn't have anymore copies left, so she went out to photocopy a few more. In the mean time, my group people were taking their notes out to copy, and I looked at their papers and searched for the answers to do it later, hehehe.... Although cheating like this was not my style, but I didn't know the quiz scope, and there's no other options left. I hereby promise that I will study smart and study hard in the future, and pass my exams with flying colours! Later the lecturer came in again, and we quickly kept our note books . I wrote everything down on the paper, and thought for a moment to answer the first question, as it required a bit of explanation... After we submitted our papers, we followed Teck Ken to find the OAR, but he was not in his office, yet. We sat down at a comparatively big place with a few tables and chairs, and waited for him while chatting a bit. Alas, he came, and we talked about the CNY and assignment while Teck Ken settled his business with the guy. We went to yam cha at the canteen, since there was only 20 minutes before the next class was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Heck, why did I feel so sleepy..? Perhaps I was sleeping too much yesterday and today. Well, I tried not to sleep in the class as hard as I could, and the lecturer was teaching something pretty hard that I didn't understand it. Guess I'll have to take a trip to the library to settle my assignments and the dam gyrscope thingy... Then I went back, and finished Rozen Maiden before going for dinner. Rozen Maiden was quite cute and funny at the start, but at the last few episodes it was very sad and quite touching. I dropped a tear at the last episode, at the part when Sakurada Jun called for Rozen to come out while he hugged Shinku(Ruby) on his arms, saying that why the Dolls have to like you? Why do you create all of them, who likes each other and likes you, to fight each other to their deaths? Overall it was an above average anime, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      After that, I went to the canteen for my dinner, and I ate the fried chicken rice with tomato sauce. Waw, the tomato sauce was all over the chicken and the rice, and its looks were... jeez, not appetizing. Still, it tasted ok, but not satisfying enough. I went to the Wan Tan Mee Stall, and ordered Meehoon Soup.Well, it was not that big-sized, but its taste wasn't that bad,though. As I walked out from the canteen, I wondered... Why do I feel so empty... so empty inside my heart...? Really, I had been feeling it, but no matter what I do, the feeling cannot disappear. It gave me a feeling of floating in an empty space, without any direction or destination. Even while I was walking, I felt like my body was but an empty shell, with the heart and mind already dead. I wonder what in the world could heal my emptiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      They came to pay me a sudden visit again. This time, they came into the room, and talked a bit longer to me. I was sitting on my bed, listening to them talking as I am untalkative. They like to joke a lot, and being with them was nice, it was stressless. And when I asked them whether they had anything to do anot, and they replied, no. Lol... it was true indeed that there was nothing much to do here at night except studying, eating supper, and sleeping. Yep, and they left afterwards. Again, I was delighted that they were treating me as one of their friends, although I didn't talk to them a lot. I sticked to my group members a lot, and seldom talked to them, but they were good people, for that I am sure. I MISS MY PIANO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-8938488846543592093?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/8938488846543592093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=8938488846543592093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/8938488846543592093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/8938488846543592093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/31st-jan-2008.html' title='31st Jan 2008'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-6749184923153724378</id><published>2008-01-30T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:26:06.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th Jan 2008</title><content type='html'>~AND THERE WAS THE CC TRIP~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Yesterday, I couldn't sleep well, again... Its not uncommon anymore, since I had been having the same problem ever since I moved into the hostel. Then, I planned to watch a bit of anime before I sleep, but after watching a few episodes, I couldn't stop watching, I was too eager to know the ending. Finished watching ''To Heart'', and the anime was somewhat good at the end, but not satisfying enough. The last scene where the Maid-robot went missing, and was later found in the amusement park, and all of her friends came to save her, was quite touching but it didn't drain my tears. Anyway, its storyline was okay. Woke up at 7.00 a.m. today, and waited my group members at the Resource Centre, as there was a replacement class for Physics at 8 a.m.. But then, my friends didn't know where the class would be held, and so they planned to wait at the RC and follow the other people. At 7.55 a.m., no one was there, and I began to suspect that the class was cancelled, somehow. At the end, it was cancelled. Jeez, wasted my precious sleep time... What am I going to do now? go back to continue my sleep? Nah, I was fully conscious already, going back to sleep would take a very long time... I went to borrow a game from my friend, and he went over to my room, since he had nothing else to do, too. I installed the game, and watched Rozen Maiden ep.1 with him, although I didn't think he would like to watch anime. But, what could I do? I am generally untalkative, and being with me was very boring. We didn't talk that much, and watched the ep silently. After that, he went back to prepare for the next class. I got myself ready, and waited for Kim Chuan with him. Jeez, Kim Chuan was sure to be sleeping... He asked us to go first. Later, it was the Maths class, and again I had to endure that blurr existence for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         After Maths class, my group and I ate lunch together, and later on we went to the CC nearby, with other DAIR students. Really, there was way too much people -.-'' 13 people, and 3 couldn't play in every game. I performed quite well in the warm-up match as a Lich, but in the real match I was pretty weak using the Rexxar... Still, the late game Troll saved the day, :P. Later on, we played awp CS together, and its pretty fun, since there was quite a lot of people playing. De dust 2 was next, and I enjoyed it a lot. At 5.10 p.m, we went out and waited for the bus at a mamak restaurant nearby. We didn't order anything but all of us sat there, and that pissed the shopkeeper off. I could hear them grumbling in an irritated tone in Indian, and so I went out to the front of the shop with some other guys. Alas, the bus came, and we returned safely. Anyways, I saw a few interesting shops there, like comic shops and stuffs... Maybe I will visit them next time I go there. It was raining a little, and Teck Ken was waiting for his parents to fetch him at the bus stop. I was waiting for the rain to stop, and we went into the hall to see people playing badminton. I analyzed one of the players, about his strengths, weaknesses, and tactics. We didn't talk at all, and when its 5.45 p.m, I went to the canteen to have my dinner. I ate two dishes today, so that I wouldn't feel hungry at night. Took my bath later, and fell aslept ar 8.00 p.m. because of both mental and physical strain :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Jan 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-6749184923153724378?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/6749184923153724378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=6749184923153724378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6749184923153724378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6749184923153724378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/29th-jan-2008.html' title='29th Jan 2008'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-4007973873287102145</id><published>2008-01-30T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:24:33.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th, 27th, and 28th Jan 2008</title><content type='html'>~ HAPPY? PERHAPS...~&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I was too exhausted to write my blog... It was that accursed modem -.-'' I went to the Digital Mall with my mother in the afternoon. The scorching sun was yearning for our sweat. Once we went in, we were instantly surrounded by the crowd. Nowadays, it seemed that ICT was a necessity for everyone that had a decent lifestyle. We surfed around every floor, and took some catalogue to check the prices here. I was aiming for a Notebook with high specifications so that I could use it for a very very long time without upgrading it or buying another one. So, my budget was RM 5 000.00 . We walked to the top floor, and I saw one Notebook with very good specs, but its price was pretty low, only RM 3 599. But then, since its colour and design didn't suit my taste, hence we surfed around again. After checking most of the shops, I found that the Notebook's specifications was the best and its price was very good.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the top floor again, and consulted the salesman. He too, said that the specs was very good for that price, and I thought about the design and stuffs... Jeez, I hated the design, A LOT. But then he said that was standard, and it didn't have other colours. Guess it couldn't be helped, then. I'll had to bear with the ugly design -.-'' And so, I hoped that the specifications would be good enough to cover up its ugly design. After adding everything together, the total was RM 4 077. I was a bit discouraged to buy that dam thing, but then since the specs was good, so I bought it... After sending it to the technician nearby to install the OS and fix the 1 GB ram into the notebook, I read the catalogues again, and soon I noticed that there was another notebook with the same price, but with better specs than mine... I began regretting, but there's no use regretting now, as the transaction was already completed... I was pretty pissed off, but I couldn't be blamed at all, because I didn't know that there was a better notebook than the one I bought when I decided to buy it.Fine........ I took a deep breath afterward, to calm down, and to pray that my laptop was good enough already. Later on, we searched for the internet modem, and I went to the CD shop to find some anime that I wanted to watch. Geez, they didn't have them there. Bought a D-Link Modem, and that salesman said that it was pretty easy to configure it, and so I tried to fix it myself when I reached home afterwards. But it seemed that the connection had some problem, and the configuration couldnt be done, so my family and I went out for dinner, and I continued fixing it later, but my efforts were in vain as the D-Link just wouldn't budge. My sisters attempted to fix it, but it ate up a lot of our time, and we tried until 2.00 a.m. Sheesh, I forgot that I had to finish my assignment, but then without internet my source of information for the assignment would be very limited. Later, my elder sister's laptop successfully configured it, and her laptop could access the internet already... And yet, we couldn't go online at once, because we didn't have the router to divide the connections. Gosh, I planned to do my assignment at the cyber cafe at USJ 4 tomorrow, and I slept peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;At Sunday, I woke up at 11.00 a.m., and I rushed to the cc to finish my assignment. It was quite important for me to finish this assignment as good as possible, so that I could gain some trust from my group members. They were not the material for studying, and they were not those hard-working ones, and so most of the answers they submitted was analysed and classified by me before I actually typed them down into the real thing. At the end, I was the one who did the most things, despite me being the newcomer who had missed two weeks of lectures. Fine, settled things up, and went back to print those papers out. Later on, I went to Sunway Pyramid with my mother. My objective, to buy tonnes of clothes, a little bit of trousers, socks, shoes, and a few anime series to watch at my hostel. Most things were bought without much of a trouble, but that damned computer... I was quite irritated because it was not my computer, after all. And yet, I was the one carrying it around in the shopping complex to send it for ''repairs''. The funny thing was, I wore a rather loose, short pants as I planned to buy clothes today, and wearing loose and easy-to-take-it-off shirt so that it would be more convenient when I wanted to try the clothes out. But then, it was too loose that the weight of my wallet and mobile pulled it down whenever I walked. As I walked more, the pants fell lower, and I had to pull it back up occasionally. However, it was quite an embarassing act to do it in the public, but I didn't think that anyone would be that free to notice every action of mine ;P . The anime series that I bought are : To Heart, Kanon which I planned to watch from the very beginning, and Rozen Maiden, KiddyGrade which I selected them randomly. The hunt for goods was over, and we returned home with physical and mental exhaustion. Later, I packed my luggage and bathed before heading backto my hostel.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I woke up at 8.00 a.m by myself, although I told my brain to wake up at 9.00 a.m. Fine then, I remained on bed, drifting in and out of consciousness randomly. Later, when the clock showed 9.00 a.m., I had finally got myself up, and prepared for class. The morning class had nothing special, but its quite interesting to learn about the angular momentum and stuff. Later on, I ate my lunch with the Class Rep and gang again. I sat beside their table voluntarily, and they kinda accepted me. We talked a bit, and nothing was wrong. When I returned to my room, the downloads were did, and I managed to finish watching Onegai! Sensei. It was not really that good to me, not good at all if compared to Ouran High School Host Club. I was looking forward to the other series, and I started watching To Heart first, since it was the one I bought from Anime Tech at Sunway Pyramid. It was a little boring for the first ep, and then after that it was quite touching, though. I thought I could rest for the rest of the day, because there was no class in the evening. At soon as I was about to sleep at around 3.15 p.m, Kim Chuan (one of my fellow groupmembers) SMS-ed me and told me that there was a class going on already, at room R305. I was like, shocked?! WTF why my timetable didn't have that?! I packed everything, and chiong-ed to the room immediately. I knocked the door a little, and went in without thinking much about the possibility of me being humiliated or something. I didn't care about my feeling of embarassment, and just walked to my group there. Then, I found out that there was no more empty seats left, and I had to carry a table and a chair to make myself a seat -.-'' What a bad situation to be in , especially when I was late. O well, I got to the front to get myself a table and a chair, but unfortunately I had to move along the window, which had a lot of those hanging pieces that were joined together(I don't know the actual name of these kinds of window). My body brushed past those pieces, and thus producing some noise. Those people behind started to give some ''woo...'' but I didn't care, perhaps I was too tired temporarily, caused by my dash to the room. The lecturer helped me by saying, '' You guys didn't lend him a hand, and still making such a noise over there... etc etc'' In my heart, I said nvm... Just leave me alone, and I will be fine. And then, I sat down, listening to the teachings, and waited for my heartbeat rate to decrease to the normal level. I was quite uncomfortable to sit there while my heart was beating so fast. (wow, I thought I would feel humiliated and embarassed but I didn't. It was the first time that I didn't feel embarassed of humiliated even though I should, and its quite a great success to me, to quit being shy, and to be sporting). Eventually, I calmed down, and asked my group members about this class. They said this was an ordinary class, and I asked for Chin's timetable to compare his with mine. I edited my version of timetable.(He was another fellow) We chatted a bit, and later there was a tutorial, and I scored only 23 our of 28. Goddam it, I was too careless -.-'' I got wrong at the questions that I shouldn't, my bad. I must redeem myself for this, if not my pride will not be able to forgive me. Later on, I continued watching To Heart, and ate my dinner. The Class Rep and gang really came to visit me tonight, and I was pretty surprised. I didn't know that they were serious about it, because they didn't tell me anything. So, this was a surprise visit, huh..? They came to have a look, and I invited them to come in, although I told them theres nothing much to look here... They was quite amazed that my room was pretty big, not to mention that I was living alone in a twin-sharing room. Jealous jealous lol... Yep, we talked a little only, and they went back as I continued watching. But in my heart, I was touched... Touched that they were so warm to me, to someone that was not important to them at all. What made them willing to befriend with the likes of me? I was a boring person that was generally untalkative, cold, and odd, and yet they were willing to make friends with me, and had even came to visit me, to see how I was... I was sure that my heart was crying, although my eyes weren't. They... will be my good friends, in the future. For that, I'm certain. I wrote this down, before I got myself to sleep, and to go for tomorrow, for a brighter day, and for a brighter future in both my future career, and my relationship. Oyasu mi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th, 27th, and 28th Jan 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-4007973873287102145?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/4007973873287102145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=4007973873287102145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4007973873287102145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4007973873287102145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/26th-27th-and-28th-jan-2008.html' title='26th, 27th, and 28th Jan 2008'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-1092307298020994178</id><published>2008-01-30T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:22:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~HEAVY BAGS?!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Yesh, today is Friday!! Which means I can go home after my classes! Piano, I'm coming home! Oh, before that, unfortunately, I couldn't sleep well yesterday night. In short, I couldn't sleep well during the first week in hostel. The earliest I could get myself into a dream was around 3.00 a.m. Today I was quite worried that I could not be in time for my 8 a.m. class. For 10 a.m. classes, there wouldn't be much of a problem because I could get myself out of bed at around 9.00 a.m without much problems. After my mother gave me a morning call I would usually fall alseep again, until my alarm clock rings at 9.00 a.m. For today, I woke up right after my mother called me, and thought of many ways to prevent myself from closing my eyes again. Whenever I was in a 'dangerous' position( i.e, hugging a pillow with my head buried into it) , I quickly sat up and find something else to do, like packing up my things, reading maths stuff etc... I went out a bit too early  this time, perhaps too worried to be late for this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         When I set foot on the Resource Centre, there was only a few people there: two students in their nurse uniforms sitting outside the Accomodation Office, chatting in Chinese, one black guy scanning the bulletins, and thats all. I checked the timetable again, fearing that it might change again without any notice. Luckily, it hadn't, or at least not without prior notice. Still too early to enter the classroom, I wandered around, looking randomly at those notice boards to find something worth a read. Later on, I went upstairs and saw no one. It was so empty, and it sent me a chill down my spine. Some rooms were dark, and they looked so eerie to me. I leaned against the wall outside the room, and one of my coursemate arrived there a few minutes later. He went in, and I followed. I reached for my seat at the second/third row( I couldn't remember, its at the front) and prepared myself for the class, while I heard him complaining about the heat after failing to find the air-conditioner switch. Troubled by the heat, he went out and I was alone for a moment till the crowd came. My group members came as usual, with their lack of interest in studying. The Physics lecturer was quite short, no, shes very short indeed. But shes definitely better than that blurr existence. She thought about stuffs which we had already learnt during our days in SPM, so basically this was a revision, a boring one. A revision, to me, could be done anytime at hostel, and I expected to learn something harder, something that could quench my thirst for knowledge, and my interest in Physics and Maths. I got the answers for the first assignment from my group members, but those were... a bit pitiful to say. Only one person did his work in the most standard way, and the others simply copied stuffs from the module itself without giving it a second thought. How awful to be with lazy people. Guess it couldn't be helped. I went back to my hostel to pack things up, and waited again for the 11.00 a.m. class. Today, its a Maths test. The blurr existence didn't give us a clear test scope... jeez... After the whole of us got into the room, she went in and asked all of us to get out. WTF?! I was confused at first, but then when I knew that she was arranging tables and setting our seats, I felt funny. Whats all the fuss doing things like this? She wasted our 30 minutes before we eventually started the test, and it was a whooping 1 minute for 1 question. AND without a calculator. Isn't it funny?! A MATHS TEST WITH CALCULATORS PROHIBITED. Lmao. Fine then, guess I had to use the ancient method of dividing, multiplying, and stuff. Pretty tricky, but still fine. We went out at 12.00 p.m, and I went back to hostel again, since its too crowded at the tuckshop. Although I was pretty hungry, and my heart yearned for food so much, but I'd decided that I would have my lunch at 1.00 p.m., after the crowd was gone. But then, my sis said she would 'tapao' food there, and so I asked her to help me 'tapao' also, and I went there to take the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         After ariving there, she was holding her assignment paper, and she was about to find her lecturer and submit it. Jeez, since I was already there, eating there and then ought to be the most suitable choice. I ordered Wan Tan Mee again, and ate alone in the midst of the crowd. And then, I saw a few of my coursemates, two of them were the Class Reps. I ignored them, and continued devouring my mee with my mighty jaws. ''Are you alone?'' asked the Class Rep. ''Yeah,'' I replied, still eating like a hungry dog. ''What's your name?'' he asked again, after sitting down with his friends with me. '' Han~ Chuen~,'' my mouth was so full that I couldn't pronounce my name in Chinese that loudly and accurately, and so he moved his ear nearer. I finished chewing my food, and said again, ''Han Chuen,'' in Chinese, and he heard it finally. It seemed that they had ordered for their lunch, but the person making it was pretty slow. I continued eating while they chatted a bit. Later, they went to the stall and waited there, as an attempt to give the cook a bit of pressure, so that he would cook faster, as they said lol... I finished my food, and since there was nothing much to do at a crowded canteen, I left after telling one of the Class Rep's friend that I'm leaving. ''Woah, you are leaving already? So fast?'' his expression tone indiated that he was a little shocked. ''Yeah, bye-bye,'' I said goodbye too softly, and I doubted that he could hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I was useless, huh? Theres a word that can perfectly describes my condition in relationship: HOPELESS. What happened to me? Can't I make friends at all? Although I didn't talk much to them, but in my heart, I was very grateful that they could accept me, and attempted to make me their friend. And I meant it. At my hostel, I wondered what they would think if they found out that I had left already. Surely it would be something like this,'' That newcomer, he's surely a weird person.'' ''Is he really that unsocialable?'' ''Does he hate making friends with us?'' '' Oh, thats quite an attitude for a newcomer, being so proud and reject being a friend with us''. I thought they wouldn't talk to me anymore nor treat me like their friend, but then when I hauled my luggage, which consisted of a bag with my important things, a laptop bag, and a bag full of clothes, to the bus stop to wait for my sister, the Class Rep was there too, and he talked to me again, in a friendly tone. ''Going home?'' he asked in Chinese, and I casually answered,'' yeah..'' and continued reading the novel. Soon, the bus came, and the crowd waiting there rushed into the bus. I'd got separated from my sister,and I sat a few seats behind her. At 2.45 p.m, the bus arrived at the KTM station, and I bought my ticket before heading to the terminal with my sister. A person showed me a familiar look, and he said hi to me. I smiled back at him without thinking who was he actually. He looked kinda familiar but I just couldn't tell who exactly he was. Whatever, its not my top priority now. I was on constant alert for pick-pockets or bad-looking guys. I didn't want my belongings to be stolen or robbed by anyone. I thought of myself as an easy target, since I was holding that much of load, it would be hard for me to chase someone that stole things from me. So, after listening to them talking for a moment, the train came and I dashed to my sister. The journey was quite long. We reached Sentral, and changed trains. When I was in the train that heads to Pelabuhan Klang, I was standing beside a group of young Malay students with their tudungs. They seemed to gossip a lot, and I didn't care about them, until I noticed that at some point they were talking about me. I had a glance at one of the gossipers and she kept quiet instantly and remained frozen for a moment. Perhaps it was my intimidating look, or is it she feeling guilty for gossiping? Later when I looked to the other side, she started to gossip again, this time in a much lower voice, and they whispered. I didn't care about them much, based on their looks, they were nothing but some naive Primary school students. Later on, I got my seat, and 2 of them went down. It was so problematic to haul my three bags around, up and down the bus and train... And they were so heavy! Troublesome... We waited for my mother to fetch us back, but she was pretty late... And I was the victim, my shoulders being tortured by the two bag belts pulling... After what seemed to be an eternity, the car finally came! I dashed into it right away, and as soon as the load was off, my shoulder felt the pain instantly. OWh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I reached home, and ate somethin before I played the piano. Hehehe... Piano, muakz.  My eldest sister haven't solve the internet problem yet, and theres no connection still. Without internet, life was so boring in my house. Theres nothing much to do, really. Thats it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Jan 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-1092307298020994178?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/1092307298020994178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=1092307298020994178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1092307298020994178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1092307298020994178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/heavy-bags-yesh-today-is-friday-which.html' title=''/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-6892240985310268636</id><published>2008-01-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:21:43.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~FIRST HOLIDAY IN HOSTEL~</title><content type='html'>~FIRST HOLIDAY IN HOSTEL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Yesterday's sleep was weird. I thought I slept at around 1 a.m, and at 3 a.m I woke up by myself. Confused, I looked at the clock again to check the time. It was 3.00 a.m. Guess my mind clock had something wrong in it, and so I continued my sleep. Later, I woke up again, this this around 8 a.m. Jeez, what's wrong with me? I set my alarm clock at 10.00 a.m, and told myself to wake up at that time... I slept again, and later on, I woke up by my alarm clock at 10 a.m. Okay, today was a holiday, so it was not a fault for me to sleep a bit later, I told myself, hehe.. I rested on my bed and finally got out from bed at 11.30 a.m. Drank some water, and began studying my Physics. After finishing most of it, I went down to the canteen for my lunch, at around 1.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I reached the tuckshop, there was only a few people there. The atmosphere was quite peaceful, without the hustle and bustle of the college. I looked around to check whether my sister was there, but she was no around too. Okay, guess I'll have to spend my lunch alone there. I ordered a plate of Thai fried rice, and the taste was not bad. ( QC: pass with a B) Although there was no other ingredients other than the rice itself. I headed back to hostel, and continued my studies. Actually, the Physics syllabus was not as tough as it seemed to be. Most of the topics was learnt during SPM days, and I finished it in no time. I slept again at around 4 p.m. and woke up for my dinner. Today, I went out for dinner a bit earlier than usual, at around 6.30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And again, the people were few, and there was something wrong with the electric at the canteen. While the workers fixed the problem, the power supply was turned off and turned on several times. I was not sure whether the stall was open, so I wandered around, checking the other places of the college before eventually returned to the canteen again. After sawing a person ordering at the stall, I knew it was open. I ordered Fried Kuay Teow tonight, and it tasted good, too. Had a bath later, and made myself a cup of thick and hot milo. Did nothing much later, and wrote this after failing at my attempt to sleep at around 9.30 p.m. I was kinda nervous actually, because tomorrow will be a big day for me. There are experiment, and two tests coming to me, and I am quite worried if I got the wrong time table again. Anyways, tomorrow I'm gonna wake up at 7.00 am and have a look at the resource centre to confirm things. K, thats it for today, and once again I wanted to say... I MISS MY PIANO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-6892240985310268636?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/6892240985310268636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=6892240985310268636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6892240985310268636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6892240985310268636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-holiday-in-hostel.html' title='~FIRST HOLIDAY IN HOSTEL~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-760183768930248189</id><published>2008-01-22T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:10:56.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CRIED TODAY</title><content type='html'>~THE REAL MEANING OF DISORIENTED~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My mother didn't phone me today, fortunately the alarm clock and my handphone were loud enough to get me up. Didn't took my morning bath today, as I was not used to it anyway. Brushed my teeth, and prepared everything before going for my Maths class as written in the timetable given to me by the office clerk last time. So I arrived there, and waited for my group members to come - I got a lot of things to ask and confirm. But then, after all of the students came in, they were no where to be seen. Again, I was all alone, sitting at the side of the classroom. Gosh, I had a lot of questions to ask them, but they didn't came! I was saddened for a moment... My maths lecturer was Nor Liana, my first impression of her... she was a blur-case. She started teaching about the basics, like simultaneous equations, binary numbers, change of bases... Man, I activated my ''knowledge absorption'' mode ( its something like a switch in my mind, when I really want to study, I flip it on, and my mind can learn more things in a moe concentrated focus) and I expected to learn advanced things like add maths at least, but she taught basic Form 4-5 Maths! Wasted my mode completely. I walked to the front to hand-in my MC and introduced myself as a new student there. She came to me later, and asked if I got the maths book already. I showed him a thin book that my Physics lecturer gave me yesterday, and she said,''no, not that one, theres a much thicker one,'' She grabbed a book at the table in front of me, and indeed it had a whoooping 150 page there. But the thing were quite basic actually, and I didn't think that I would have any problems during the Friday test for Maths. Still, I planned to revise a bit on Maths tomorrow, and before she went on to the next student behind me, she mentioned something about Module Guide thing... She didn't describe it much, but she told me she didn't have a copy of it at her office and informed me to consult the Class Representative there, two Chinese guys there. I planned on asking the Malay lady there, but conditions didn't allow me to. When the class was dismissed, she went out before I could talk to her. And so, I asked the person in front of me. He was a married person, and I guessed his age was around 40-50 years olf already. I hoped that he could lend me a hand, but when I asked about the module guide for maths, he said that there was only a big book known as AM 1101... So I went on and asked the Class Representative outside the room. He asked me what module guide is that? Is it something that talks about how many percentage and stuffs? Of course, all I could say was,'' I'm not sure, but the lecturer told me to ask you about it... I have no idea about the contents of it, though...'' I thanked him, but sure he didn't help at all. While I walked back to my hostel, he was with his friends behind me, and one of his friends asked him,'' whats the reason he(me) find you?'' He replied in a much joking tone, '' He said he wanted to find some 'module guide' wor...'' and laughed a bit. Is it so funny that it deserves a laugh? I don't know, but guess the people in this college don't like to help others. They expect a newcomer like me to know everything that I am supposed to know. Fine, I remained silent and got back to the hostel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I didn't know if I was so tired that I dozed off. I woke up randomly, to check the clock. First time, it was just 1 pm, and I continued sleeping; second time it was 1.30pm, I slept again; third time it was around 2 pm, and I thought I could rest a while until its 2.30 pm, then I would prepare myself for the class. Unfortunately, I didn't wake up later, and when I opened my eyes, its already 2.50 pm! I packed everything in a rush, and dashed to the resource centre after locking my room. By the time I reached there, it was only 2.53 pm, but there were another class being held at the room I was supposed to be in. A while later, their class was dismissed, and the room R403 was empty. I looked around to see if I could find any other coursemates , but none was found. I thought, did the timetable change? Yesterday, I heard about something like some class would be held at the room H214, so I dashed to the building and searched for the room, but the result was the same - there was nobody home. I panicked if I was at the wrong place, and worried about missing the class. I went to the resource centre, sweating like hell, and went up the stairs to the 4th floor again. There was still empty, and I leaned against the wall and checked for the time. It was already, 3 pm.. Gosh, just as I was about to head back to my hostel, I saw my Physics Lecturer and I was supposed to have her class now. I quickly asked about the class I should be in, but she said that there was no class this evening! Oh man, and she showed me the annoyed look again as she did yesterday. She shook her head , and checked my timetable with me. Before she left for her current class, I asked her the last question, '' This thursday morning got class?'' and she said,'' No'' again. So indeed the timetable had changed. After regaining my strength from all these dashing and worrying, I went down to the notice board and scanned the whole timetable but I couldn't see the timetable for my course. Then I proceeded to the office and asked for the latest time table for my course. But then they said that there was no any updates for the timetable issued, and asked me whether I was a new student. Before that, they talked to each other with a rather frustrated look, with a bit of suspicion. I answered,'nvm, thanks'' and went out to the notice board again. This time, I scanned the whole time table again, and finally found it at the lower left corner. Man, it was so small!! I quickly wrote it down, and compared it with my current time table. Jeezs, it has so many unsimilarities... I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, while I walked back to my hostel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was totally disoriented for these two days in college. Everything was not going according to my senses, and things that I thought will happen didn't happen at all.(I am a person who has everything planned in my head, so when everything goes according to the plan, I feel secured and safe, and able to stay calm. When things start to go out of plan, or simply against my expectations, I become disoriented, worried, panicked and stressed) I went to the photocopy shop, as the maths lecturer told me to get my book there, but it was closed. I was concerned with so many things that I didn't know what to do at that moment. The test on Thursday and Friday, the Maths book that I was supposed to get was not in my possession, the lab attire that I should be wearing during the Thursday experiment was not in my cupboard... I haven't find the taylor or the program-coordinator that I was supposed to find, I didn't get the physics slide that my Physics lecturer told me to photocopy it from my friends... I didn't get the Module guide either, that the maths lecturer said was very important...  Feeling so lost, I lost my strength to stand, and I collapsed onto my bed, lying on it motionlessly. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. Perhaps I hadn't cry for a long time, so its harder for me to cry now. I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes, but they just couldn't come out. After trying to calm myself down for 40 minutes, I got my phone and SMS-ed my mother, telling her how lost I was... I sent a total of three messages to her, and later she called me to ask about my condition. At first, my voice was pretty calm, but then as I talked about the situation, I couldn't suppress my emotions anymore, and I bursted into tears. I sobbed very loudly and I guess my mother could hear it too... At that moment, I cursed myself for being so useless in the depths of my heart. 'How can you be so useless?!" my heart screamed at my head. She tried to use a calm tone to talk, and suggested that she coud come over to help me settle things up. But then I told her that theres no point for her to come over, because I dont think she could help me out in any way. She told me to find my lecturer and ask clearly what should I do... And I said I will try... My sister phoned me later, maybe becoz my mother called her and said that I'm lost. So she told me that the photocopy shop was open all the time, and told me to walk to the spot she told me. I took a while to calm down and stop crying, with my mind telling my heart to calm down, calm down, calm down... I went out after I completely stopped crying. And finally I discovered the place, and asked for my maths module. Got it finally, at least I settled one thing. I headed to my physic lecturer later, and asked her whether she could speak Chinese anot, because it will be far easier for me to explain everything in Chinese. She nodded, and I asked her about the lab attire thingy on thursday. Her expression was half-confused and half- laughing, perhaps laughing at me being so ridiculously lost. She said that at Physics experiment this semester, we could just wear casual clothings into the lab to conduct experiments, and she continued that the attire should be worn at the following semesters where ther are workshops and stuff... I was very happy at the moment she said it, because I don't have to go through all the trouble, finding the program-coordinator again, and getting myself to the taylor, and stuff... So another thing done. I thanked her and walked out. Crap! I forgot to ask her about the exam scopes, the slides, and the assignment format that she wanted ... I walked back to her office again, a bit embarassed and guilty because I was bothering her so much, and I knew that she was quite annoyed by me already. I looked towards her seat, but she was not there. Haihz, I waited for a moment and walked out later, but before I took the turn to the stairs, she walked out from a room, probably the washroom. I quickly stopped her and asked again, this time with a few students around. I spoke to her in Chinese, and she mentioned me to talk in English because there was other students around... I asked her about the slides which I didn't get from my group members yet, and she told one of the students to help me out. I quickly realised that the people there were actually my coursemates, and one of them lent me his copy of the slides... I thanked the lecturer again, and clung to the student who lent me.( here i don't mean literally, but instead manipulated my chance to ask questions, and asked him about things) So, got his phone number, the slides, and his name. Went back to the photocopy shop, and got myself a copy of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I called him so that I could return the slides to him, and he said that he was at the cafe. Cafe, I thought was the Starbakers place, and so I took my first step into the place to look for him, but he was no where to be found. As I walked to the canteen, I heard someone calling me. It was him, standing far from me. I walked to him and returned the stuff, and asked again for the maths module guide thing. He replied that there were only two things, one was the thick module, and another one was the thin, virtually useless book. Ic... so everything was the management's fault. that prog-coordinator told me the wrong info about the taylor, and that goddam maths lecturer told me to get something that don't exist in this world! Felt like giving them a slap , but I was overcame by my happiness at the moment. I returned to hostel happily, and wrote this post to record my emotion today. (Written at 6 pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I went to the canteen alone, without inviting my sister to dine together. I thought she wanted to be with her friends instead of me. I ordered Wan Tan Mee again, this time with more side ingredients. It was quite tasty and large. While I was eating, she came. Sat with me, and I asked whether she was waiting for her friends, and she nodded. I talked briefly about today, neglecting most of the important issues, but I did tell her that I got my books already. Finished eating, and returned to the hostel again. Guess the night should be something trivial compared to the events that happened to me today, so I won't be writing it unless something postworthy happened during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Oh before I forget, I want to say... I MISS MY PIANO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-760183768930248189?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/760183768930248189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=760183768930248189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/760183768930248189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/760183768930248189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cried-today.html' title='I CRIED TODAY'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-6236423409249354897</id><published>2008-01-22T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:54:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled First Day In Colege</title><content type='html'>~TROUBLED FIRST DAY IN COLLEGE~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the second day I couldn't close my eyes properly on bed. It was the same time, in the middle of the noisy night. As I switched on the lights and sat down in front of my laptop, I wondered why this could happen. Perhaps it was due to the abrupt change of environment, I was not sure. But one thing was certain - the environment I was living in before had completely changed into something dreadful. Everytime I went to the toilet, I had to remind myself to lock the door and bring the key out. The bathroom was small compared to the one in my house. Even if I wanted to drink water, I had to pour it from the huge 5.5Litres bottle to the water bottle. If I wanted to drink carbonated drinks, I had to walk out and buy it from the vending machine. Everything turned very inconvenient suddenly, and I found myself hard to adapt into this brand new environment. Its certainly not a better environment than before, as those outlanders and good-for-nothing people of the low race gathered at the car park and the stairs, chatting and screaming names at their friends at different floors. Some even brought stereo system into their hostel and played songs so loud until the whole hostel block could hear it. Not only that, they didn't play the songs during the day, but at odd hours like 10.00p.m to 2.00 a.m in the morning. I wondered if they didn't have to attend classes and lectures.&lt;br /&gt;A morning call from my mom woke me up from my fitful slumber at 6 a.m.. I quickly got myself up and answered her, but then I couldn't resist my brain asking me to give it more time to rest. I lied on my bed and remained half-conscious for around 2 hours. When the short clockhand pointed to eight, I finally got up and went for a morning bath. When everything was done, I walked to the Resource Centre to ask about my program-coordinator. I was pretty nervous because I was not good in speaking English, and I sat in front of the administration building trying to arrange my words so that I wouldn't sound so awkward when I talk to him. And so I consulted the receptionist at the admin building, and she indicated that my program-coordinator was at another building right beside that block. I walked over, and went to his office. Fortunately, he was there, and I explained myself about the reason that brought me there. It was actually an orange paper that the registration receptionist didn't take back that day. And according to the paper, it required me to see the person there to obtain his signature, and I gave him my MC and explained everything. He helped me to inform my Physics Lecturer through e-mail, and told me that I should see a taylor to make my lab attire, or so I guess. I thanked him before heading to the Resource Centre to sibmit the forms and my photos.&lt;br /&gt;There, the receptionist grunted when I showed her the form. She said, '' See, that Peong last time, he kept the paper by himself but he said he had submitted the form... (mumbles a little, and settled things up for me)'' I didn't say a word, because I thought it was not my fault in any way. I thought every procedure of the registration had been settled by my mother who herself went there on the registration day. And the registration receptionist didn't tell us to see the program-coordinator and get signature from him. So, from all these, I thought everything was done. And later on, an anonymous person from the office phoned me while I was there sleeping peacefully on my hostel's bed. She asked if I had registered myself here at Nilai College, and I said of course, I was in the hostel already. And she continued, '' Have you paid for the course? Coz I don't have the records here yet.'' And I spoke with an irritated tone,'' Of course I had paid everything, and if you want I can show you the receipts. How come you say that I didn't pay at all while I settled everything today?'' And she said,'' okay okay, chill up... I'm just asking...'' Then I replied,'' Its not that I wanted to use this tone to speak, but things that concerns money, I think it should be clearly settled and confirmed to avoid any troubles in the future.'' I turned off the phone later.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I didn't want to explain so much, and I left the building after retrieving my Student ID card and submitting the photos for registration. I searched for the classroom I should be in, and walked up the stairs to the 4th floor. At first, I didn't see the room when I circled around the floor, but then later on, I saw a familiar guy that seemed to be my coursemate, so I walked closer to him and saw the door sign '' R403''. He was talking to a Malay girl, who also took the course. I followed them in, and sat at the third row of the table. In my heart, I thought that there was only a few people in my class? How fortunate, because I hated the crowd. But I was wrong. Later, a group of Chinese guys walked in, and one of them immediately recognised me as a new student around. I didn't care about him yet. More people came afterwards, most of them consisted of Indians, Outlanders, and black-skins. As the class grew larger, I became more nervous as I didn't know whether I need to introduce myself to the crowd anot. And I worried about the place I was sitting at was someone else's place. Fortunately, after everyone got in, no one asked me to leave my place. Slightly relieved, I waited for the lecturer, and she came a bit later than 10 a.m. Before that, that one person that recognised me started to talk to others and pointed to me, trying to make me getting eyed on and stuff. Jeez, was he so free to do such lame stuffs? I don't want to be in the limelight, and being looked at by others makes me uneasy. I wished to stay unnoticed, and hoped that everything would be smoothed over, over time. That fellow said hi to me in a rather teasing tone, with his two fingers up, and I guess he was trying to tease me. What expression should I give under such a condition? At last, I couldn't stand it anymore and spoke to him in Chinese, since he was a Chinese too,'' Hey, I'm new here, don't treat me like this.'' He couldn't hear my words clearly at first, but then the person in front of me talked to him what I meant, and he explained to the guy,'' I was only trying to say hi..'' I guess it was not his fault, its just that I was not the bright type that could befriend the crowd easily. Maybe he was unaware that my feelings would be hurt by his actions, but I didn't blame him for that. And he stopped pointing at me while asking others to look, as if I was from another planet or dimension. Everything went on, and the lecturer said that she had a meeting later, so the class would be dismissed earlier. She wrote eight questions down on the board, and based on my Physics knowledge, I know only 1 of those. Others were so new to me, and I was freaked off at an instance. Missing only two weeks of classes, and I don't understand a single thing there already. How am I going to cope with the studies later on? Before I started to worry, she said that its the first assignment for us actually, and asked whether we wanted it to be taken as group work or individual work. Half of the class said group work, and another half said individual. So she went on and asked those who wanted it to be individual , to raise up their hands. Of course I raised, because I literally knew no one there, and getting an individual work might be a good start to me. Then the first three rows of the class got their hands up, but then the ones behind didn't raise at all. And they screamed,'' Hahaha, majority wins!!'' Jeez, those lazy bastards... ''So you guys do the assignment according to your lab groups.'' the lecturer said in conclusion. And for a moment when her eyes were on me, I looked back at her, with an expression that I had something to talk to her. She asked straight away, ''Are you the new student here, whose name is Peong... Peong Han Chuen ah?'' She pronounced my name inaccurately, but I raised my hand up to answer her question. Then she continued,'' So, you registered today?'' And I said,'' No, I was on MV for the last two weeks, actually..'' She asked for my MC letter, and I walked to the front to hand-in them to her. I asked about the assignment, since I don't have a group, and she wanted to ask the whole class that who was gonna take me in as their new group member, but she didnt do it. She casually told me to be seated and she would get to me later. She brought the group list and searched for any small groups, and finally she stuffed me into a 4-Chinese group. They called me to sit with them, and so I packed and went over. Before I walked past the first table, which had an empty seat there, the person beside the seat placed his hand on the chair, so that to signal me that I was not welcomed to sit beside him. Fine, I didn't intend to sit there, and I headed to my new group there. A guy asked for my name in Chinese, and I answered,'' Han Quan.'' They started to discuss stuffs and arrange the assignment jobs, excluding me, because they knew that I didn't know a single thing about the questions there. I asked,'' Is there anything that I can help? Although I don't know a single thing about the assignment, but I guess I can help typing.'' ''hmm... So after we discuss about the answers and collect all the informations from all our group members, we will hand the stuff to you, should be around thursday.'' I nodded in agreement, and was quite happy because I didn't have to be a freeloader to my group. Then, I consulted them about the books that I was supposed to have, what activities did they do during the last two weeks, and more of the basic stuffs around. So, the morning class ended without much of a trouble actually, and I walked to the Accomodation Office to borrow my hostel key because I left it in my room while I locked it. How careless of me. They showed me a record book, and I filled in the information necessary. My Student ID card was retained after I obtained the key. When I return the key, then they will gimme back my ID card. -.-'' Its not like I will steal the key from them or wwhat-so-ever, but I didn't blame them, because its part of the procedure. I went back my room, and rested on my bed until 2 p.m. I didn't have my lunch today. Then I packed things up and looked for the H214 room. H? I'd never been there before, and I SMS-ed my sister about the whereabouts of the room. She briefly described the location, but I still couldn't find it. Finally I rested at the Resource Centre, and met two of my group members there. I immediately talked to them, and followed them later on. It seemed that the evening class should be at R305 -.-'' But the timetable didn't write it there... Haihz, Luckily I didn't go to the wrong room, or else I would be treated as class skipper. Then the evening class was so-so; the lecturer talked about a bit of Physics, and gave us ''tutorial'' ( which means some sort of exercise that may be counted into the total result) later on. She distributed the papers that consisted of 32 questions, and I was like what the hell? I didn't learn a single thing and I was supposed to answer this thing and score at least 24 questions correct... Man, how am I going to do this..? Then we started doing, and I tried very hard, using my common sense, basic chemistry and physics knowledge, and the things that she'd taught just now to answer, and miraculously I got 8 wrong only, out of 32. I didn't touch the text books and I got only 8 wrong. The paper was quite a piece of cake, though... The lecturer walked past, and asked if I could answer the stuff and I said,' I guess so... I don't have the text books yet, though...'' She heard it wrong, and said'' Oh you had read the books already, issit..'' And I repeated,'' I don't have the textbooks yet, and can you tell me where to get them?'' She thought for a while, and told me to wait for her after the class. We chatted a little while we walked to her office, and I noticed that she was quite short, shorter than me. And I grabbed the opportunity to ask about things that I was not sure yet, such as,'' Is there anything that I should know? Like class replacements and stuff?'' She didn't answer me directly, and changed topics. She gave me the modules, and I asked about the Lab Manual she asked us to read before conducting experiment on Thursday. She told me to wait and went out for some photocopying. It seemed that she was starting to think of me as a nuisance, as I pretty well know that people that work in the office hate doing a single thing for too long. They will get exhausted and irritated at some point. Still, I waited and asked her about the taylor that makes Lab attire, I dont know what it calls, and she seemed confused at first, and then when I mentioned the taylor, she said I should see the program-coordinator again. I told her I went to see him already, and he asked me to see the taylor, without describing how to find that ''taylor'' and where. I thought she would know, but then she said that he was in charge of the taylor things...At that particular moment, I was dam pissed off... That program coordinator, he should have told me how to find the taylor and stuff since he was in charge of it, but come to think of it, I should have asked in the first place... I felt embarassed for a moment, and thanked her before I returned. I rested a while, and SMS-ed my sister to ask whether she could have dinner with me anot. After a while, she replied ''meet at canteen at 7 pm''. I waited, and went out.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached there, it was not as crowded as I thought. I walked around to look for her, but she was not there yet. I sat down at the middle, and read my module, since the lecturer told me that the test will be held on this Thursday. Andm because I didn't take the first test while others did, she asked whether I could get it done together on the same day. Before I answered, she asked again, whether I have confidence to finish studying the test scope. I think I can... I said it without thinking too much. And she said, ok then. Before I knew it, it was a whooping 40-50 pages of stuff to read and study, and I had been cracking my head trying to chow down things as quick as possible so that I willn't flunk my test on thursday. But after a moment reading, I found out that most of it was quite basic actually, and I'd learnt them during form 4 and form 5. But still, theres stuff to memorise, and I guess I will get it done during the holiday at Wednesday. Finished reading the whole scope actually, without much memorising. Hope tomorrow's class will be normal like today's. Tomorrow's a maths day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-6236423409249354897?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/6236423409249354897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=6236423409249354897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6236423409249354897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6236423409249354897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/troubled-first-day-in-colege_22.html' title='Troubled First Day In Colege'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-4207598567731283108</id><published>2008-01-21T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:28:44.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Half Confession</title><content type='html'>- WARNING! LONG POST AHEAD! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. THE WRITER IS NOT LIABLE IN ANY WAY FROM THE DAMAGE, SHOCK, AWE AND/OR ANY OTHER PHYSICAL AND MENTAL DISTURBANCE CAUSED BY THE POST HE WROTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ MY HALF-CONFESSION POST ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          So, first of all, komenasai for not posting again... I'd actually planned to post a summary about my chicken pox experience after I've fully recovered from it, but then I felt like writing it now, as I have a whole lot of things I want to say...... If you aren't interested in the my chicken pox experience, jut start reading from the Confession part down there, its the last part. Let it begin, then. ( I will try to describe as vividly as possible, but don't mind my language, grammar and vocabulary, as they may not be proper...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          So, starting with the first three days of my chicken pox experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN POX DAY 1~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          That day, I was dreadfully ill. I thought the fever would be gone soon, and I was not paying too much attention to it. Most of the time I was on my bed because the fever was wearing me out. But then, as the fever came and went incessantly, I began to notice that it would not be the normal fever experience for me. Yeh, indeed my hypothesis was right. No matter what sort of medicine I took, the fever just came and went by itself, instead of ordinary fever that one feels cold at the body but feels hot at the head.  But then, after half day on bed, suddenly I felt refreshed. I was able to walk again, and I walked downstairs right away. That condition lasted for an hour only, though, and then I was struck by the illness again. I became weak and rested on the sofas. At night, I fell aslept like normal, but then I was woke by the alarm clock I accidentally set -.-'' (Yeh its lame) But I guess that was not the real reason I woke up. I felt the crazy heat all over my body, and I was wearing jackets, and a few blankets was on top of me. At that particular moment, I felt like I was boiled in a water-cooker. (and thats not a lie) I immediately removed my jacket and the blankets. So, that was the first time I'd experienced this ''new'' kind of fever. The most TORTURING fever I'd ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN POX DAY 2 - 7 ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Basically, when it went, I felt extremely cold and even at room temperature I need thick clothings and blankets. When it came, its like fever, but much worse that it. The heat was all focused on my head, despite me drinking 4 litres of water per day, the heat still prevailed and at times I thought my brain would be damaged by the insane heat -.-'' . The spots had shown up, and they were all over my body. I took a picture of it later, but its so gruesome that I didn't want to look at it for the second time. I asked my dad to bring me to the Clinic I went last time, because the heat was a bit over the line for me, and I'm too worried that my brain would be damaged. Sure, who wants to be a retard when he got a chance to prevent it... And so my father brought me there, although I knew that he was about to go for his work... My bad, but I'm very worried... Then he phoned his friend and cancelled their meeting( here i dont mean those meeting between managers, its just a meeting of friends - - lll) The doctor didn't really help much, just that he changed the medicine for me after seeing my ''unusual'' condition. His expression told me that my case was a bit worse than usual, and he immediately put me on a strong antibiotic of some sort to fight the chicken pox. Yeh, at the time, chicken pox was all over my face and my body already. He also gave me a pink lotion to apply on the spots, but it didn't prove to be useful, though. My grandma helped me to apply the lotion, but later on I didn't apply it anymore. Plain uselesss stuff. My mother showed some sort of gentleness that she had not been showing to me for a long time, and its quite wonderful... On the other hand, my grandma continued her bullying on me. She had no mercy for a patient, devil! Here's a scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Peong's Theatre ( 1 ) ~~~&lt;br /&gt;          So, she made some Bali for me, and served it to me. At the moment, I was very weak, to the extent that I couldn't speak more than 4 words. I can't get myself up, and the heat was nearly killing me. So, she served the Bali and put a straw in it. I stretched my hand and wanted to get hold of the cup myself, as I knew that I still had the strength to do that, at the least of it. And you know what she did?! That devil acted like she was the know-it-all, and said I'm gonna spill it, and thus snatched it away from my hand. At that very moment, I was about to say,'' f*** off, who you think you are to judge my abilities?! Hello, its my body and I know exactly how far I can handle things!'' Of coz, I couldn't say that, I'm too weak for words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ~~~End of show ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          She is a pure show-off in my honest opinion. Always suggesting things like she is the pro or genius or someone equivalent to it. And she LOVES repeating questions. LOVES. For example, she asks, '' Do you want to eat?'' And I clearly replied, '' No.'' with a rather loud voice and she will surely say, '' You dont want to eat ah?'' Thats so annoying! To someone that worships efficiency, saying something TWICE is certainly UNFORGIVABLE. And it doesn't end there. After I answered ''no'' and she will continue asking things relevant to it, like... '' There's bread over there, and some rice in the fridge, if you wan I cook for you.'' Most of the time I didn't reply at all, let her enjoy her moment talking to thin air. And she still continues it,'' how about some noodles? '' Although her intention was good ( cooking for me, caring about my lunch) but its used in the wrong WAYYY!!! Goddam it No means No and she dont seem to know the meaning. I don't have the mood to eat and yet she keeps YAPPING! Urusai yo! And she knows I dont like to see her, yet she always pop out in front of me and ask questions. One more thing, she likes to take advantage of her status being an ''elder'' of the family. Thats why she acted like shes the super genius with tons of experience. (PS: To me intelligence should not be measured by age) If her intentions is up to no good, I won't be enduring all this. Ops, I've strayed too far from the Chicken Pox Issue, back to the topic, komenasai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          So, after that scene, I was really pissed off and I decided not to give a dam about her. But then, she brought me a wet towel which I was longing for... Of course I couldn't get it myself due to my illness and weakness, and she brought it to me and wiped my face for a bit. For that, I forgave her once, but when she wiped , she scratched one of my spot, so it resorted to bullying again.  O yeh, I tried to bathe once, but that bath almost killed me as well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ~BATHING WITH CHICKEN POX~&lt;br /&gt; My skin became super sensitive to stimuli and the water from the shower was like rain of needles piercing my defenseless skin... But still, I endured it so that I could bathe, and I couldn't wash my hair properly coz touching my hair... PAINFul!!!@#!!! Bathing my body wasn't that bad physically, coz the body spots weren't that pain compared to the ones on my head. But then, its mental pain! My body, which doesn't has anything disgusting growing on it, now filled with spots. Gruesome spots. As my apply soap to my body, I was forced to touch those gruesome spots that transformed me into a bakemono(monster). Touching them... I felt tortured mentally becoz its sorta forcing me to take note of those things growing on my body. After I finished my bath, drying my body was also a problem. Most of the towels are not like cloth: they have little ''hair'' or what should i call it... No matter, those little hairs made the towel rough, and if I rub the towel against my body, I would make the spots burst and scars would be formed later... Waaa... torture... Ever since that, I didn't bathe for the rest of that week. Even though I knew it was filthy for not bathing, but I'd rather not bath myself than experiencing those hell feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          At night, I can't sleep well after knowing that my fever was unusual. The fever completely killed my sleeping time because as soon as I placed my head on the pillow, the heat got trapped there instantly and it did more discomfort to me, making me unable to sleep. And the spots were really giving me pain now, some of them were growing on my head. A slight touch of my hair would cause me a few bottles of pain. So, I've only slept for 3 hours per day during my one-week-ordeal, thanks to the chicken pox. And don't forget about a thing, those spots were ITCHY. Very ITCHY. After being tortured by the fever, I must control my desire to scratch the spots. The spots grew in my throat, too....... What a horrible spot for them to grow there. Shallowing my saliva caused pain in my throat, and I must get used to the pain in the mean time... So painful! For me who had lost his appetite towards food, drinking was the thing I did most of the time, but then after the spots gew in my throat, I couldn't express how bad it was when everything I shallowed hurt my throat. Suppressing my desire while being tortured by fever at the same time, truly living-hell. This condition lasted for around a week before it turned better. On top of that, due to my weakness, I couldn't get up and practice piano even my heart yearned for it. Everyday when I rested on the sofa, I looked at the piano in despair. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ~AFTER THE 7-DAY-ORDEAL...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Yeah, the fever's GONE! Cheers~ The most troublesome thing was the fever, and now that it was no more, I regained my strength and was able to walk around to help myself already. The spots was all over my body and face by the 7th day, and after that they began to dry up and fell off by themselves. Muahahah! I couldn't put those happy feelings of mine into words here... And then I was hoping to get back to the college after the seven days, but then the doctor discouraged me from doing so, becoz I'm still contageous -.-'' for a week more. Gosh, I wanted to go back to the college to settle things up, at least...Guess it can't be helped then. So for the following week I was bored to death, and I began downloading anime and watched them. The concept of Claymore was not bad, but the storyline sucked too much. I heard from Wei Yao that the manga series was far better than the anime. I may consider reading the manga, but then I decided to watch other anime before reading mangas eventually. Then I watched Ouran High School Host Club. At first I thought it was a very lame anime, but then after I watched a few more episodes, I began watching more and more of it, and it was getting nicer and nicer. To tell you the truth, I watched it once, and later on, for the second time, and found it equally appealing. Next, I watched Onegai! Sensei... but unfortunately, my internet was down, so I can't download and finish the series, though. Theres a few more anime in my watch-list, and theres no doubt that I will watch them, no matter what. In short, after the chicken pox week, my life was super boring and I only watched anime and played the piano, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ~FRIENDS~&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          So, I talked to Chuen Wei, and chatted a bit yesterday( 18th Jan) . He liked the OST( Original Sound Track) of an anime he didn't watch. He sent me, and I listened a bit to it, but I didn't show much of an interest becoz its OST. Perhaps it is my enthusiasm towards music that makes me having my own way of interpretting music. To me, the definition of OST is... Its the music that should be heard AFTER watching the anime series. OST is the memento of the scene that uses the music, and its role is to let the listeners have a taste of the particular scene after they have watched the anime. Basically, its pointless to listen to OST without watching the anime. And, by watching first and listening later, I actually get a full picture of what the OST is trying to express, and I get to enjoy the OST at the fullest, becoz I truly understand the feeling its trying to give, and the tale its trying to tell. And I went too far trying to explain the term OST to him that he got pissed off -.- Again, its my enthusiasm. Then I asked him to help me download a PS 2 game and find for the emulator, I will pay him accordingly. But his response was not good, and I thought he was rejecting it already, then I said something that sounded very bad, I know... komenasai... After that he said its not that he dont want to help, and i explained everything and he said Yes alas. But then later on I began to worry, as the game was not that famous, and I worry the version that he downloaded may not have translated into english version, and that will be truly a WASTE -.- yadaa.... Lets jst hope that he will get a translated one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Then I saw Sheng Shien online, ................ ( When I wanted to start writing this part, I was exhausted and fell aslept... Continuing at 20th Jan) I mustered my courage to ask him the question, although its quite unnecessary to ask something like this all of a sudden. So, I went on and asked him ''How much do you hate me?'' I thought that he was gonna answer me ''very much indeed'' but his answers at first was ''??'' and ''hm..'' Showed that he didn't thought of it before. Slightly relieved... Then I began telling the tale of our friendship story, ...... and hence stated the reason for me asking something like this. I certainly don't want our friendship to worsen in any way, by any means, becoz when one hates someone, the one being hated may offend the one hating him even without noticing it. Its some sort of prejudice, even trivial matters will increase the hatred. And so I hope the good memory of our friendship will not be taken over by hatred. Alas he didn't answer the question directly, but then I guess I got the answer already. He was not hating me a lot, at the least. Perhaps I was too sensitive and superstitious, becoz the time I said hi and nudged him in the MSN, his expression was mean. And so I presumed that he was hating me quite a lot already, and he said,'' just late reply oni ma, nonid nudge geh...'' that sentence clearly showed that he was pissed off -.-'' Back then he used to spam nudge and no one had any problems with it and I thought that nudging a little was definitely fine, adding the fact that I was quite excited to know that the swelling behind my head was actually something trivial. But then, I will still avoid too much contact with him anyways, he didn't give me the feeling when we both were in good friendship though. That fire was put out already, all that left was the cold and burnt firewood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          19th Jan 2008 ( Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The internet broke down, thanks to the stupid modem. For some reason it couldn't detect the internet line anymore. No internet, means no anime, and I'm nearly murdered by the wrath of boredom. Spent quite a lot of time playing piano, and went out with my mother to the bookshop for some photocopying and buying some maths books for her tuition. I went to take some passport pictures to complete the registration stuff at my college later on. At evening, she said that she had got herself infected by chicken pox too. Gosh, my bad for getting into contact with her too much, but usually I just lied down there at the sofa or close myself in my room... Maybe I spreaded it to her during the second week. Felt guilty for a moment, but come to think of it , I was also the victim!!! I was told that I should be infected during my visit to Genting Highlands. Meh, surely there's some baka people who brought their sons with chicken pox out. If I get to know who is the culprit I'm gonna slay him/her with extreme prejudice! For giving me something so torturing, thats UNFORGIVABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ~MY CONFESSION~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          At night my mother couldn't go out for dinner with us because she was ill already. We went out to SS 19, and I took my pictures from the photography shop and went for dinner later. Unexpectedly, rain started to pour, and I was in charge of using the umbrella, to fetch my family members to the shop. After getting everyone there, I looked deep into the umbrella and contemplated for quite some time as we waited for an empty table. When I was young, I'd always played with the umbrella as it resembled a sword lolx... I'm sure that most of the kids like to play with umbrellas when they were young, too. But now, I see it as a tool for me to shelter my loved ones from the rain and sun. Holding it, I felt the responsibility to protect my loved ones from harm. O well, there's no merits for going so dramatic over an umbrella, right? Then we got our seats, and I saw the beautiful waitress there again. When I visited the restaurant last time, she was already there, and I thought that she might be the relative of the boss there, just helping them for fun, and would be back a week or two. Man, she was wearing a rather tight T shirt that showed her slim waist and supple globes -.-'' She was thin in general, and her skin was fair. Looking from her back, she had a long, wavy hair that appeared golden-ish when the lights shone on her. Beautiful... and when she smiled, with a twinge of shyness, that certainly took my heart away... Geez, I hate the feeling when I saw someone pretty. I felt that my heart was squeezed a bit, and breathing became difficult. I tried not to look at her, but my eyes kept returning to her mini-shirt. Very short, indeed, and it showed her well-shaped legs with her sexy back. Yeh, at least while waiting for the dishes to be served, I can enjoy viewing a pretty person. ( and don't get me wrong, I don't like her, and I'm purely admiring and enjoying myself looking at her beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Out of a sudden, the issue troubling me appeared in my mind. I tried not to think about it, as it always had brought despair and hopelessness to me in a way. But then, the Fate Stay Night OST I was listening to brought the sentimental feel to me, and my brain started spinning and thinking by itself. Its the gender issue. (Shocked? Don't be, it had been in my mind since I was at Form 4...) I have always wish myself to be a girl, really. Becoz my nature doesn't suit the criteria to be a guy, at all. I'm more of the introvert, sensitive, shy type, and these are naturally a girl's traits. I like to wear different styles of clothings, and being a guy, the fashions a guy can wear is limited. And I don't like to be ''la-la'' in any way, by wearing those lame hats and stupid jeans with a chain or something dangling on it. Its certainly not my type. I'm also weak in strength, not good when it comes to quarelling becoz I will always be the weak one -.-'' Besides, being a guy means you must be manly and stuff, but I'm not manly in any way. I'm shy, and thus I can't make friends easily, not if they don't start a conversation with me first. Most of the time I get friends when they talk to me first. And due to my shyness, I certainly don't have the guts to express my love to the girl I cherish, if any. But if I am a girl, I can just sit back and wait for the guy to express, and there's not problem being shy, introvert, and silent all the time. Heck, and I guess I appear to be someone strong( here I mean mentally strong and stuff) to my friends, but I'm actually weak in the inside. Although I have been showing only my strong side to them, my weaker side always craves for someone who can understand me and fight alongside with me in the war of survival. I wanted someone to protect me and one that can give me security and the sense of safety. Furthermore, I hate rough actions that are supposed to be done by men. I don't say vulgar words much, becoz I'm more of the soft type. Inflicting pain upon others is something I hate to do alot. Got once my friend asked me to pinch him, but I couldn't do it. When I wanted to pinch, my heart called for a stop and I couldn't do it at the end. Amazing, right? For a guy to be so useless... I felt so pathetic. Then, as everyone knows, my communication skills are really bad, even in Chinese. Sometimes I just can't get the right word to say, and its far worse in English and BM. Being so bad in socialising skills made me look so awkward in the class, becoz I'm a guy, and I'm SUPPOSED to act like a guy. Jeez, a girl that talks little will not be treated as someone odd, they will classify her as it is her personality. But then if a guy doesn't talk, it will appear that he has some sort of mental illness, for example , Amar from our class...) Jeez... Most of the time, I'm classified as cute by the girls who don't know me. Coz when I see them, I'm quite shy and my face turns a bit red. And I smiled shyly, and thus giving them the first impression of ''cute''. Even I am ''cute'' in some way, I'm certainly not someone sissy. And I talk to everyone with words and true expression from the depths of my heart. Its my strength, and also my weakness at the same time. I tried not to, but it ended up the same all the time. I don't want to expose my feelings much, but talking to others always exposes it. So remember, I'm more of the soft type, so when I talk, I usually talk with a moderate volume, and my voice don't possess the traits that men's voice should possess. So I appear to be quite girlish when I talk softly, but then I don't intend to, its jut me being soft and thats all. At times I try to act manly, but it fails miserably everytime. If only I was a girl... this phrase always appear in my mind whenever I'm in a scene that I should act more manly but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I was a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final words... this whole piece of thing took me about 2 1/2 hours to write them down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-4207598567731283108?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/4207598567731283108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=4207598567731283108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4207598567731283108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4207598567731283108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-half-confession.html' title='My Half Confession'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-5615096866651341347</id><published>2008-01-05T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T13:40:37.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ IT TURNED OUT TO BE ...~</title><content type='html'>~ IT TURNED OUT TO BE ... ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The sky was getting dark. Dark clouds engulfed the atmosphere, signifying that a heavy rain was about to come. Birds were flying to find themselves shelter from the rain. I was waiting impatiently in my hostel room, alone. Mom promised that she would arrive at 5 p.m but she was no where to be seen. The occasional headache was torturing my restless mind. And then, my handphone rang. Its mom! She said that she would be arriving in ten minutes more, at around 5.30p.m. As soon as I got myself into the car, the rain started to fall. She said that the delay was caused by the heavy rain from KL to Nilai. We went directly to the doctor at Segara Clinic but the doctor was not around, yet. So we booked a place n went out for dinner at the Mamak stall nearby. I opened my NoteBook at the Clinic and hoped that there was a wireless network around. And miraculously, there's one without a password. I connected to it and managed my Norron city for a while before playing some piano music while waiting for the doctor. The itch was getting worse, and my heart forced my fingers to scratch those pimple-like spots everywhere on my body. At first I thought those spots were caused by the swelling behind my head but then it turned out to be totally different. When I showed my spots to the doctor he said to me that it was 100% Chicken Pox..... Oh man, how about the swelling? He said that it was my lymph node, and was swollen becoz of the heat and fever. Finally a peace of mind, although its not cancer or what-so-ever, but still it disrupted my college life, becoz I couldn't attend lecture classes for a week or two. But I would still go, as the first week was very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We arrived home at around 9.30 p.m. coz of the jam. Ate the medicine right away, and rested a moment. When I tried to sleep, I couldn't close my eyes becoz of the discomfort my sickness brought me. my whole body itched and spots were growing at almost everywhere. Finally at around 4 a.m I managed to catch some shut-eye... Before that it was COLD! With my thin blanket my whole body was shaking tremendously... I struggled to get up and find something to cover my legs, and my hands reached for my thick towel. Not bad, at least it could bring me some warmth. I slept for a while only, before I was woke up by my alarm clock which was set at 7.00a.m. I planned to go basketball with my frends but under such condition I couldn't make it, so I went down for medicine and slept a while again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-5615096866651341347?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/5615096866651341347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=5615096866651341347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5615096866651341347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5615096866651341347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-turned-out-to-be.html' title='~ IT TURNED OUT TO BE ...~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3968436469454360684</id><published>2008-01-04T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:27:57.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ AM I GOING TO DIE? ~</title><content type='html'>~ AM I GOING TO DIE ? ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting yesterday, but I have a good reason for it. I was very ill last night; my body felt pain, I had a headache, my throat hurted whenever I swallow things... I could do nothing except lying down on my bed n eat medicine. I tried to sleep at 11.oo p.m but my eyes just couldn't be closed. I woke up and got myself a cold towel to wipe my hot face and read a bit of the novel before i tried to sleep again. After eating the medicine I felt better already, and I had a bad sleep. Today when I was woke up by the Alarm Clock, I felt sooo tired but the fever had receded for the moment. Yesterday evening I went to listen to the Talk given by our Counsellor. Its contents weren't that interesting but she hada sense of humour. But then, her english wasnt that good. I sat at a place far from everyone, and I looked odd becoz I didn't had a frend to talk to... I saw a few of my future classmates that took Aircraft Maintainence Engineering as well. They had the same vision as me, to help people above and repair aircrafts to make them accident-free. Then, one of them talked to me and we chatted a bit~ not bad, he was quite frendly. I din't bring my pen, and I asked the students helper to lend me one, but she didn't have one either, so she asked a girl behind me whether she could lend her pen to me. She lent, and I saw her name labelled on the pen. After I finished using it, I returned it to her andsaid thanks. After the talk was over, I went down to the membership drive and I was expecting to see a lot of Clubs setting up tables and stalls for enquiries and introducing their Clubs, but surprisingly only 5 of them were there, and others were sleeping zzz. I went up again, and used the internet for a moment until Dinner time when I went down for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the indian stall this time, but didn't know how to take the food. I took the food first, then only the rice which was wrong &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;. My roommate invited me to tag along to the the resource center to jot down the timetable, and we traded our phone numbers. And the ice was broken alas, we talked all the way to the resource center and at the time we arrived there, there was a lady editting the timetable as well. She asked us to come tomorrow as the timetable will be distributed to us at the time, but after a while, she asked us to follow her to the office and she gave the time table to us right away, haha... And so I went back, and touched Norron for a while, chatted with my buddies, and felt sick afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up at 8.30 a.m by using the alarm clock. I prepared myself and got out with my roommate to settle things up. I went to change my key, and he went to settle his fees problem. I finished my business first, and ate breakfast before going back to hostel. Finally, the door can be opened by my new key already, yesh. I turned on my laptop and played Norron for a moment, and the WiFi wasn't that laggy today, mayb most people had went home :P . After a while, my roommate came back and packed his stuff. He went out later, to Midvalley to buy some stuff for his hostel life and to visit his frend nearby. Then the horror came...... I touched the back of my head and felt something hard, the size of a groundnut. Its a bit oval in shape, and was around 2cm long, 0.5cm tall, and 1 cm wide. I took a picture of it using my phone and saw that it was the colour of my head skin... a bit whitish and hair still grew on it...Can it be tumour? Can it be cancer? I cant be sure... At the moment i felt that thing on my head, I was a bit stunned, but I remained calm. I tried to persuade myself, saying that I won't be so lucky to hit the jackpot... But it didn't help much. I couldn't describe my feeling just now, its too complicated... Say, if i'm going to die tomorrow, will I have any regrets? Yesh, sure got... Here are a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Havent find a GF yet...&lt;br /&gt;2. Havent experienced love n sheckx yet...&lt;br /&gt;3. Havent know my SPM results yet....&lt;br /&gt;4. Havent find out the meaning of life yet....&lt;br /&gt;5. Havent find out whether God existed yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SMSed my mom but she didn't reply... I then turned on the laptop to write my blog, to write something incase I'd really hit the jackpot. Guess I will write a confession paper to tell you all who I really am, before I cant do it anymore. Then I SMSed Wei Yao and told him not to tell anyone else. I dont want other frends to worry, but I dont think they will anyway. Coz if its just a normal swelling and will disappear a few days later, then my frends and family will worry for nothing. After thinking thoroughly, I told myself to relax and stay happy since I don't know what it may be, yet. Worry later, now relax and enjoy the moment of silence.... And so I wrote my blog here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3968436469454360684?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3968436469454360684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3968436469454360684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3968436469454360684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3968436469454360684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-i-going-to-die.html' title='~ AM I GOING TO DIE? ~'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3156989842885728214</id><published>2008-01-03T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:57:33.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FIRST DAY IN CAMPUS</title><content type='html'>~ THE FIRST DAY IN CAMPUS ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The fearsome day had finally came... I was woke up by my dad becoz I originally planned to buy a  couple of locks to secure my belongings at the campus today with him. Got out at around 11,00 a.m with a moderate headache and a little pain all over the body. Felt a bit sick but, didnt care much. Bought the tiny locks with codes and fell aslept right after returning home from the hardware shop. Then its my mom who woke me up at around 2.00p.m. when she got back from her school. She was busy preparing as the school was about to start. After the school starts, her load will be much much lighter and that will be the time she bring me to the IT mall for my NoteBook. We loaded everything into the car, and she drove all the way to Nilai again. Although she didnt say a word, I knew she was pretty tired. I wanted to help, but there's nothing I could do at the moment becoz I didn't know how to drive, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     And so we arrived at the campus, our cars swept past the guard house without much of a problem with a tag on the windscreen. I registered for my course and settled my payment, student card, accomodation, and stuffs while my sister took her results(all As) as predicted, and settled her stuffs too. I saw her frends drooling over her results lol... As she said, after the people from Subang Jaya went to Nilai College, they would realise that the people from Subang Jaya were much much smarter than others. Although it sounded like bragging to me at first, but then after surveying the conditions at Nilai College I started to get the feeling as well. Hope the people taking the same course as I take will be competitive and frendly. After filling forms, paying stuffs, queueing, we finally could head to my campus room and start checking in my stuffs. I hauled the broom, mop, my sister's laptop, and a heavy thing and my sister and mother helped to carry other stuffs. Before I opened the room, I heard a voice coming from inside already. Its my roommate. I paiseh-ed for a moment, and opened the door, saying Hi to him. He was not that bad, quite friendly, but I didn't talk that much to him, its becoz of me. I seldom talk nowadays, so making new frends will seem to be a difficult task. After putting everything into place, my roommate went out, leaving me alone in the room. At that particular moment, the fever struck me and I felt very hot. Without hesitating, I drank a cup full of water and laid on my bed. I SMS-ed Wei Yao to tell him how I felt, the feeling of loneliness, and my sickness. For the first time I felt so lonely and helpless. Perhaps it was caused by the change in environment. Before I knew it, I was already staying alone in campus, away from my frends and family. Which means I had to learn how to takecare of myself, how to wake up alone without  the need of somebody waking me up........ I hate the feeling to be alone, but I will  get used to it someday, as loneliness is certain in the upcoming battle that decides my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I fell aslept again, and woke up at around 7.15 p.m. My roommate was busy settling his clothes and rations lolx - he brought a lot of food like instant noodles, biscuits, and others. He asked me whether I wanted some, becoz I din't bring much, and I said no thx. I felt good becoz he was frendly, and was willing to share his food to me. But then, since we knew other for a short time only, I was reluctant to accept his givings yet. Perhaps after some time we will become close frends. After that, I went to the canteen for food and the choices werent that much. The chicken rice I ordered tasted normal, and I finished it without ordering beverage. Bathed afterwards, and turned on my sister's laptop to play some games... But then her laptop wasn't that good, and the game lagged miserably. I turned it off, and tried to connect to the internet. The login page prompted me to enter my student ID and the password was my IC number. I typed in correctly, and it said wrong ID or password. Perhaps mine was too new and they hadn't registered mine for internet use yet. I asked my sister to SMS her details to me so that I could use her account to access the WiFi. But then, my mom gave me the wrong IC number and made me couldn't connect to the internet for a moment until I noticed the error in the IC number and corrected it. It shud be 891018, not 851018.... finally, I connected to the internet, and began playing Norron there... I logged into MSN and chatted with my friends. Great, at least I still can talk to them at the moment I felt lonely. Tried to sleep at around 11.00p.m but woke up to read a novel after failing to close my eyes for about 30minutes. My roommate slept at 1.30 a.m, and I wrote this at around that time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         T.T I MISS MY PIANO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3156989842885728214?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3156989842885728214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3156989842885728214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3156989842885728214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3156989842885728214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-in-campus.html' title='THE FIRST DAY IN CAMPUS'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-4427587989728409005</id><published>2008-01-02T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:38:09.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before Going To Campus</title><content type='html'>~ THE DAY BEFORE GOING TO CAMPUS ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4 p.m. as usual. My mom's uncle n aunt came to stay for one day before going to Genting Highlands tomorrow. Life went on as usual, but I didn't piano. And then, he phoned and asked whether he could come to take his anime CDs back. I was about to bring them to campus so that I could kill time, but o well, since they were his, I just said ''anything'' and switched off the phone. From here you could see how much I dislike him. When he came later, I brought down the CDs and just placed them at the car, because I didn't want to be in contact with him, even a little. I didn't say a word and just walked upstairs. Afraid that he would read my blog? I highly doubted so, because he wouldn't give a damn to anything about me too. Great, I don't have to see him anymore in my life unless there's some sort of major gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I finished my dinner and played for a moment. Wei Yao then PMed me, and the two of us had a long chat. I felt good to chat with my old friend, (not to say old, but we hadn't met for quite some time since SPM was over) I didn't know that I still had a friend that still cared about me, or my presence. Long before SPM, I had lost my confidence in friendship, because the gap between my friends and I was too big to overcome. Each day, the bridge of friendship became narrower until I couldn't get thru anymore. Yesh, nowadays, I presence is not important anymore in the eyes of my friends. I would just remain silent and listen to their conversations. Stand aside, and pretend to smile when they laugh. How pathetic. O well, tomorrow I will stay in the campus already, so there starts a new chapter in my life. However, I'm quite nervous because I will be in a whole new environment, without any friends or family members. Just me alone, with a stranger that shares a room with me. I worry I will not be able to wake up alone becoz I am nocturnal already, and normally my alarm clock couldn't wake me up either. I was busy preparing the stuffs to bring tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my Piano and my home... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures I forgot to post during the previous posts...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEOyg9dII/AAAAAAAAAFA/xSkohLNhQjQ/s1600-h/P1010087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150574513464636546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEOyg9dII/AAAAAAAAAFA/xSkohLNhQjQ/s320/P1010087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Modern Greek Statue (with spec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEPCg9dJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bnjD3ESFMqw/s1600-h/P1000807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150574517759603858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEPCg9dJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bnjD3ESFMqw/s320/P1000807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me at Korea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEPig9dKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JB3wQIE-3LY/s1600-h/P1000809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150574526349538466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEPig9dKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JB3wQIE-3LY/s320/P1000809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEPyg9dLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_EhcnWdYm6g/s1600-h/P1000797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150574530644505778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEPyg9dLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_EhcnWdYm6g/s320/P1000797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 12 zodiacs, I'm beside mine(goat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEQSg9dMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oBPNbPhP31Y/s1600-h/P1000753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150574539234440386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEQSg9dMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oBPNbPhP31Y/s320/P1000753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Famous Korean Star Post lolx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-4427587989728409005?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/4427587989728409005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=4427587989728409005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4427587989728409005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4427587989728409005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-before-going-to-campus.html' title='The Day Before Going To Campus'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3qEOyg9dII/AAAAAAAAAFA/xSkohLNhQjQ/s72-c/P1010087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-5197129868945875789</id><published>2008-01-01T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T09:22:29.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day of 2007</title><content type='html'>~ THE LAST DAY OF 2007 ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Hi, today was 31st December of 2007. Woke up at 4 pm, omg... I  thought I could wake up at around 12.00p.m. so that I could practice piano loudly. Normally I could only play softly so that I would not interrupt others. But then, I woke up at 4 -.-'' After that, I played my computer for a moment and waited for 7 p.m to come. My family and I went to Cheras for our cousin's Wedding Dinner. From 4 to 8, I hadn't eaten any food and I hated that hungry feeling. After waiting for a couple of hours finally the dinner started and the food was not bad. The Dinner was held at Dai Thong Restaurant and the fish and sharksfin soup was very fresh and exotic. A few invited guests went up the stage to sing a few songs but all of the songs were quite old. Then, the videos about the wedding ceremony was played and I was sure that the video clips would be nostalgic when they watch it at their sixties. My cousin was very adorable and beautiful in her gown. We returned home at around 11.45 p.m and we saw some of the Mat Rempit gathered at the sides of the highway. Some of the racing cars swept past our car as we noticed a few cars parked aside and the people were waiting to see some fireworks. When the clock hit 12.00 a.m I was still in the car. The first place I was in in the year 2008. When I checked my computer, I saw Chuen Wei's message inviting me out to CC. So I was in cc when I typed this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We played until 2.00 a.m and I thought I could just find a place to sleep at Sheng Shien's house but he was going to camp at Chuen Wei's house with JH. I had no choice but to follow them because calling my parents out to fetch me at such odd time didn't sound good to me. And so I followed and wasted my first night of 2008 there. Then, Chuen Wei's mother bought us some breakfasts and made Milo for us. His dad fetched us back and I walked back afterwards. Man, the person was beginning to irritate me even more... I found that I couldn't get along with him anyone. I wouldn't want to see him for even a second if I could. Even a second. Fortunately I don't have to see him again without any major gatherings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-5197129868945875789?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/5197129868945875789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=5197129868945875789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5197129868945875789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5197129868945875789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-day-of-2007.html' title='The last day of 2007'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-5324651149837659023</id><published>2007-12-31T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:36:51.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyramid</title><content type='html'>~ PYRAMID ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I went to my uncle's house to attend my cousin's wedding ceremony. My cousin was pretty today, and her frends played with the bridegroom. They asked him to eat bananas, drink coke from a distance using a very very long straw, and more~ I wondered what will happen when my day comes? After compromising with the female's side, they had finally allowed the bridegroom to enter. Then, the elders took turns to drink tea served by both of them and gave them Angpaos. And we younger ones served them tea and got angpaos from them too! :P Hope the two of them will have a wonderful family. As soon as I got back, I lied down on my parents' bed and dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and checked the clock. It was about 3 p.m. and I was to attend my dancing class. Before that, I was in my sub-conscious state when I heard loud bangs coming from the upper floor. It was so annoying that I went up to survey the conditions up there. My sister was trapped in the bathroom lolx... The door lock was spoilt and no sides could open it, even with a key. My mom spoilt the door lock and opened the door by force. Finally, the door swang open and my sister got out. We went to the dancing class at Taipan and none of our classmates were there. Even the teacher was not around. We waited for about 1/2 hour and decided to have our evening tea. It was all the receptionist's fault. That wooman was dam blurr and so useless! She had been late to open the main door frequently, and the way she spoke to us was very annoying. The week before, she said that the class would be on for this week, but then our teacher said the class was off for this week. We asked the receptionist again and she insisted that the class was on. And then we went there and waited like a bunch of idiots, all because of that biatch. After our bronze lesson was over, I doubt that we will ever set foot on that place again. McD was consumed before we went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, the whole of us went to Pyramid to have our dinner and to shop for some daily products and of course, some clothes. I was quite bored to follow them at first, because...well, you know, when girls shop, they can really walk without resting and burn up a lot of time just to buy a single item. We ate Nando's Chicken there, and its taste was not bad. It had been a long time since I had had it. With its special peri-peri sauce, the chicken tasted wonderfully. After treating our stomachs, we began our hunt for stuffs. First, we visited the electrics and electronics shop to get ourselves a hair dryer. I looked for laptops and checked their specifications and of course, their prices. Not bad, for RM 3,300 I can get a very decent laptop with good graphic card, RAM, Storage, and various features. The only problem there is that its OS and Processor aren't that good. Second, we travelled through great distances and went into a lot of boutiques. For me, my objective was to harvest a few trousers because I only had a few, which would never be enough for my college life. And then, the shopping Peong emerged. I became choosy and took a long time picking my favourite clothes and colors. In the end, I bought 2 shirts, a jacket, and 3 trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the McD drive-thru to get my dad some supper as KFC was closed already. Its 10.00p.m already. While I was looking at some old pictures, I saw some pictures that I should post here, so there they are........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fi5Cg9dFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pMgEGEIEFXI/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fi5Cg9dFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pMgEGEIEFXI/s320/P1010065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149834168476988498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Police !! You are under arrest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fi5Sg9dGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6y4AeclypcI/s1600-h/P1010056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fi5Sg9dGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6y4AeclypcI/s320/P1010056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149834172771955810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Dark dark :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fi5ig9dHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v5z_4RMxzdQ/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fi5ig9dHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/v5z_4RMxzdQ/s320/P1010060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149834177066923122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Earthquake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fgtCg9dAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TIMCMuHf3UA/s1600-h/P1010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fgtCg9dAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TIMCMuHf3UA/s320/P1010067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149831763295302658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           Fook Lam in prison?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fgtig9dBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/asE5EQsAkiU/s1600-h/P1010068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fgtig9dBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/asE5EQsAkiU/s320/P1010068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149831771885237266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Prison photo &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fgtyg9dCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eNmQuKehQSQ/s1600-h/P1010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fgtyg9dCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/eNmQuKehQSQ/s320/P1010069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149831776180204578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    OO he stole cows and got himself caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fguSg9dDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DYGjcfj8S1Y/s1600-h/P1010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fguSg9dDI/AAAAAAAAAEY/DYGjcfj8S1Y/s320/P1010063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149831784770139186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Ah Chang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fguyg9dEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KihNNH2LFAI/s1600-h/P1010062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fguyg9dEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KihNNH2LFAI/s320/P1010062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149831793360073794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Jia Hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3ffeyg9c8I/AAAAAAAAADg/7oD_npJDg_c/s1600-h/P1010073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3ffeyg9c8I/AAAAAAAAADg/7oD_npJDg_c/s320/P1010073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149830418970538946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Eee, distant gang member&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fffCg9c9I/AAAAAAAAADo/5UkGgJPy5YY/s1600-h/P1010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fffCg9c9I/AAAAAAAAADo/5UkGgJPy5YY/s320/P1010050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149830423265506258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Behold! The Holy Castrators Guild is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fffig9c-I/AAAAAAAAADw/zM5yBNQgU48/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fffig9c-I/AAAAAAAAADw/zM5yBNQgU48/s320/P1010055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149830431855440866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Our Monitors&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fffyg9c_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Uwiw00iPUB0/s1600-h/P1010071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fffyg9c_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Uwiw00iPUB0/s320/P1010071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149830436150408178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Our colourful class teacher, Pn. Roebiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fd-yg9c3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6p3VNPRJyMI/s1600-h/P1010098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fd-yg9c3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/6p3VNPRJyMI/s320/P1010098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149828769703097202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Boring n lame School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fd_ig9c4I/AAAAAAAAADA/M94q-WgwzB0/s1600-h/P1010101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fd_ig9c4I/AAAAAAAAADA/M94q-WgwzB0/s320/P1010101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149828782587999106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Me and Wei Pin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3feACg9c5I/AAAAAAAAADI/i9qaU9DbS10/s1600-h/P1010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3feACg9c5I/AAAAAAAAADI/i9qaU9DbS10/s320/P1010081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149828791177933714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            The gang at our hangout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3feAig9c6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JjzUpVJe3P0/s1600-h/P1010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3feAig9c6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/JjzUpVJe3P0/s320/P1010077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149828799767868322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           The class from my seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3feAyg9c7I/AAAAAAAAADY/oluXeDHf0Wc/s1600-h/P1010078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3feAyg9c7I/AAAAAAAAADY/oluXeDHf0Wc/s320/P1010078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149828804062835634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        The Koperasi, your source of ice-creams and drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fbjig9cyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LIIW_67cGNA/s1600-h/P1010095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fbjig9cyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LIIW_67cGNA/s320/P1010095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149826102528406306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    The hardworking Yew Mun, studying while others are chit-chatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fbkCg9czI/AAAAAAAAACY/16PgZu5SAj4/s1600-h/P1010096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fbkCg9czI/AAAAAAAAACY/16PgZu5SAj4/s320/P1010096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149826111118340914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     When it comes to playing, Fook Lam is always the target...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fbkSg9c0I/AAAAAAAAACg/Sqe7NsYfT-U/s1600-h/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fbkSg9c0I/AAAAAAAAACg/Sqe7NsYfT-U/s320/P1010097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149826115413308226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   The Indian gang, M class will not be M class without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fblCg9c1I/AAAAAAAAACo/0fjZsHOGVF4/s1600-h/P1010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fblCg9c1I/AAAAAAAAACo/0fjZsHOGVF4/s320/P1010075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149826128298210130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                 Where's everyone!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fblSg9c2I/AAAAAAAAACw/2CSv1qZN6Hs/s1600-h/P1010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fblSg9c2I/AAAAAAAAACw/2CSv1qZN6Hs/s320/P1010079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149826132593177442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                  The usual hangout place during recess...&lt;br /&gt;                                        You can see the folks chit-chatting under the shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYpig9ctI/AAAAAAAAABo/xe-8Ib9JzvY/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYpig9ctI/AAAAAAAAABo/xe-8Ib9JzvY/s320/P1010019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149822907072738002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                    Chuen Wei the Rempit Kia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYpyg9cuI/AAAAAAAAABw/RufciYujnL0/s1600-h/P1010024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYpyg9cuI/AAAAAAAAABw/RufciYujnL0/s320/P1010024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149822911367705314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                      The others are busy shooting some photos...&lt;br /&gt;                                            Some forms study groups in class to ganbateh~&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYqSg9cvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s38TQNxvrgg/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYqSg9cvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s38TQNxvrgg/s320/P1010021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149822919957639922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                            The devil! No, its the stalker...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYqig9cwI/AAAAAAAAACA/jwHBC5QoZK4/s1600-h/P1010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYqig9cwI/AAAAAAAAACA/jwHBC5QoZK4/s320/P1010035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149822924252607234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                The gang, with Hong Jiun and Fook Lam covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYrCg9cxI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVip3KvWNaE/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fYrCg9cxI/AAAAAAAAACI/BVip3KvWNaE/s320/P1010048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149822932842541842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                  The ancient shoes-shooting method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-5324651149837659023?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/5324651149837659023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=5324651149837659023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5324651149837659023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5324651149837659023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/12/pyramid.html' title='Pyramid'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/R3fi5Cg9dFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/pMgEGEIEFXI/s72-c/P1010065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3232960916614786396</id><published>2007-12-30T03:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T04:02:28.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dreams</title><content type='html'>~ WEIRD DREAMS ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today I woke up at around 1 p.m I guess... After I woke up, a moderate headache struck me and I was in pain for quite a few hours &gt;&lt;. How weird, maybe its because of my weird dream that made my brain unable to rest during sleep. The dream went like this... First, I found myself on Genting Highlands with some of my frends. I couldn't recall which frend of mine was with me, because they were not in detail. Then, we went to a weird building with a big garage. A gigantic truck with a rocket was inside, and we registered at the counter before getting into the truck. Amazingly, the truck was very spacious and there was plenty of seats. The space inside the truck shaped like an 'S' and the chairs were lined at a side. A lot of people were there already, and we took our seats before beginning our chats. Soon, the truck was full, and the driver drove to the waist of the mountain for the launch pod. Everyone descended the truck and boarded the rocket casually, without wearing spacesuits or any other appropriate attires. I was the last one who got into the rocket becoz I was worried about my safety. Its my nature to be worrying about these kinds of transportations such as aircrafts, ships, and spacecrafts(of coz I've not been in spacecrafts yet). After everyone stood inside the rocket, the countdown was heard, and at the moment it was shooting up to the Moon, I woke up with a headache. Guess we were going to Moon to have some sort of new game developed by Genting. Woot, that will be cool. Oh by the way, I remembered that I paid only RM 140 for the game. That was CHEAP! By paying RM 140 you can get into space and experience zero gravity and have a stroll on the Moon. That would only happen in a dream, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Enough about that bizarre dream, now about my laptop... As predicted, my mom broke her promise that she would bring me to the shopping mall full of computer and laptop dealers. She didn't even spoke of it today. I didn't want to ask her, or else I would only get myself scolded. She hated people asking her 'unimportant' questions, especially like my PC, my laptop, and almost everything other than studies. At night, my family and I went to the Peppercorn Restaurant at SS 15( I forgot its name). The food there was okay, so we went there for quite a number of times already. Then practiced Piano, and played the computer until now(4.00 a.m). Tomorrow I'm going to my uncle's house because one of my cousin is getting married. Meh, I don't like these kind of function/gathering/whateveryoucallthem because I don't like to socialize with other people that much, and I hate the noise. And the crowd. I'm bringing my MP3 player to help me kill time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3232960916614786396?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3232960916614786396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3232960916614786396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3232960916614786396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3232960916614786396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/12/weird-dreams.html' title='Weird Dreams'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3236225611837505564</id><published>2007-12-29T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:58:28.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Like Any Other</title><content type='html'>~ A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today was like any particular days in my boring holiday life. Woke up at around 12 p.m, but lied down on bed till 2 becoz I couldn't find the strength to get up lolx ... Really, I felt myself weighing 1,000 Tonnes when I wanted to get up. After a while struggling, I got up, alas... Ate my lunch after that, and played the piano for a moment, practicing ''Bartender''. Its the opening of the anime ''Bartender'' but the piano version was far more soothing and expressive. However, I was not that good in expressing the feeling of any piano sheet musics, yet. I'm practicing hard everyday, hoping that one day I could play one of my favourite but tough music, Eternity Memory of Lightwaves from Final Fantasy X-II Original SoundTracks. Although I'm not sure who composed it, but the version was made famous by the pianist Hiroko Kokubu I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was almost bored to death without online games &gt;&lt;... All because of my elder sister zzz.. As long as she was staying here, I would not be able to play online games because she was eating up my bandwidth. Fortunately, I still had my piano and a TV. I watch NatGeo and Discovery Channel everyday, boring huh? But I like to gain knowledge, its usually good to know more, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At night, I had my dinner, and watched TV for a while. Played the piano again, but didn't dare to play it aloud because I might make a few mistakes and turn the music into noise lolx... But my skills had improved a lot these days, and I'm still learning. Now, I'm waiting for my sister to sleep  so that I can go down and shut down her Notebook and reclaim my access to internet games, hehehe... Tomorrow I'm getting my NoteBook, hope I can get something good enough. Okay, that is for today, cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3236225611837505564?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3236225611837505564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3236225611837505564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3236225611837505564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3236225611837505564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-like-any-other.html' title='A Day Like Any Other'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-2894775630184959588</id><published>2007-12-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T00:18:30.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Discussion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; T H E   D I S C U S S I O N ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Everything was normal today until the night fell. I woke up at 10~ but I couldn't help falling asleep again &gt;&lt;... Then I woke up again at around 1 p.m. and began preparing to go to the CC near Summit USJ. I was expecting the crowd(my group of friends) to be the already by the time I reach there, but things turned out so differently and of course, so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I reached there at about 2.20 p.m. and they were no where to be seen. I phoned Chuen Wei and he said that a few of them were playing at the arcade, and a few were having their lunch. Okay, fine, lunch won't take that long, and I decided to wait for them. In the mean time, I sat down at the Mamak Stall there and ordered a Roti Canai along with a cup of Iced Lime Syrup and a cup of cold water. Time brushed through my hair as I finished my food slowly while I waited for them like an idiot. I began getting impatient because its already 3 p.m. I footed the bill and headed to the Cafe to check for empty spaces. The Cafe we went before was quite packed; downstairs was nearly full and upstairs had only a few slots left, so I decided to go to the one next door.Okay, went in and saw the computers downstairs. The graphics and stuffs were not that bad, but its strange that the Cafe was quite empty except a few people using the computers downstairs. So, I proceeded to the cashier and paid the fees. She said that prepaid packages were for computers upstairs, so she picked a computer for me upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     At first, I thought the computers upstairs would be as good as the ones downstairs. But THEN... when I went up the stairs, I was STUNNED!! The atmosphere upstairs was totally different! The lightings were bad, and I could smell the cigarette smoke zzz. Fine, if the computers were okay, I won't say anything. I turned on my computer and checked its specifications. OMFG THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! The specifications were so crap that even my old computer was better. My computer table was full with cigarette ash and there's an ashtray beside. Under such awful environment, I endured it all and waited for the crowd to come. And they finally came after an eternity... They said that the Cafe beside had a lot of empty spaces and asked me to reclaim my prepaid money because the environment was so crappy.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    I tried to reclaim my money but that biatch wouldn't allow me to. I was like WTF? You Scam Me with the prepaid package by giving such a horrible environment and a horrible computer, yet you don't wanna gimme my money back?! 1 hour is normally RM 2 and I planned to play for 3 hours. The package is 3 hours and only costed RM 5. So I suggested that I add RM 1 to my package and change it back to normal payment and I asked for a computer downstairs, and again that biatch said No. At that particular moment I really wished to give her a slap IN HER FACE. I grumbled a bit and indicated that I would not visit that Cafe again, and I guess she wanted me and my frends to stay and play, so she changed and said she would gimme RM 3 back. Yeh! I said,"Thank You" in a frustrated tone and left the Cafe without turning back to have the last look of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We went to the Cafe we visited last time, and we played from 4 till 7. I asked my mom to fetch me back, although I know that time was the rush hour... People were coming back from work and the traffic was jammed like heck. So here I wish to thank my mom and my sister for fetching me to and fro. After that I ate my dinner and logged into my MSN. Tham was online, and we chatted a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then the 'epic' discussion started. I din't really expect that I would have a discussion with him at that time, but it DID begin when I start asking him about the meaning of life, the purpose of the humans having intelligence, the purpose of the existence of humans on Earth,etc.... And he kinda explained them to me by using theories from the Holy Bible. And then, we had the long discussion and at the end the topic was about the existence of God. Yep, I don't believe in God but I do believe in the existence of a Great Creator. So he explained and I countered, the discussion was very constructive. The conclusion is, I should visit a Pastor and let him explain everything to me. Thats it for today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I don't hate God and Jesus, its just that I am not convinced that God really existed. Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-2894775630184959588?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/2894775630184959588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=2894775630184959588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2894775630184959588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2894775630184959588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/12/discussion.html' title='The Discussion'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-4448959400872469343</id><published>2007-12-26T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:12:41.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lame Day</title><content type='html'>Okay, first thing I should say here is, So Sorry for not updating my blog for SOO long ... My bad... Its becoz of SPM that time, I'm so occupied with it that I have no time to update. After SPM nothing much to write actually... But today, there's a whole lot of things to write about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, so I start with my trip to Nilai International College to sign up for my Course... and of coz, apply for the damn campus. My mom and I looked for the man whom we both met at the Education Fair at PWTC a few weeks earlier, and he kinda explained briefly about the college, courses, etc. Then when he brought us to the Accommodation Office to ask for hostels, the horror came !! They said the single rooms were being renovated at the moment, so there's only Twin Sharing Rooms left. Which means I have to share my sacred room with another room mate OMFG. NOOO Why it has to turn out like this?? Sharing a small room with another stranger ?? I felt like dying at the moment I knew that awful news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then just now I had a small argument with my mom, not really argument actually, just that my mom's goddamn temper erupted again. It began like this... First I looked at her school work and she asked me to bring her laptop to her. I did what she told, and she switched on her laptop and asked for my comments about the Timetable for her school. Of coz, I can't help anything becoz I'm not a teacher okay? Then I practiced Piano for a while and suddenly she said there's something wrong with her CD, her CD writer can't read any CDs. I went over and checked it for her. Its the writer's problem and I asked her to save her work into her Pendrive. Before that, she said that her project was darn important, so I helped to save the project at the desktop while I checked the CD writer. Then, she brought the Pendrive and plugged it into the laptop. I saved the project at the desktop into the Pendrive, and out of the blue she said:'' NOT this! I don't want to put this in!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me     : I helped you to save your project at the desktop just now already, what's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;MoM : (using a panicked, annoyed tone)NO, NOT THIS! What I want is Timetable 2007! THIS is 2008!! And I got something more to put it in! Just now I ask you to open the program that makes time tables and you just don't listen!&lt;br /&gt;Me    : (using a rather frustrated tone)Fine then, you do yourself la, since your Pendrive also plugged in edi, everything's done, n you can save whatever you want yourself.( walks away to the piano to continue practicing)&lt;br /&gt;MoM:     I DO MYSELF I DO MYSELF I DO MYSELF I DO MYSELF. I WON'T ASK YOU ANYTHING ELSE EDI, ASK YOU HELP A BIT OSO LIKE VERY HARD LIDDAT! EVEN IF I SPOIL THE LAPTOP OSO I WON'T ASK YOU ANYTHING MORE, EVER.(Grumbles a little, and then continue to do her work while i practice my piano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so innocent, what do you think? Am I right or am I wrong? The point is, I ask her to do by her own becoz everything is done already. Before that I helped to check for any viruses becoz she was so DAM worried about viruses getting into her pendrive. Fine then, i helped to check for virus, and everything was fine. After that her volcano erupted and I just don't know why. Mayb its because of my tone or she was just temperamental, i dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-4448959400872469343?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/4448959400872469343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=4448959400872469343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4448959400872469343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/4448959400872469343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/12/lame-day.html' title='The Lame Day'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-2541483887086212216</id><published>2007-07-29T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:51:34.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All will be lost three months later...</title><content type='html'>If only I'm that good in controlling myself, i whispered. What can I do now...? With only 3 months left, I'm still fooling around, not even giving myself a try to study. What the heck has happened to me?? Maybe its Pn Santhi. After she was hospitallized for some reason, I had lost my last hope of scoring in SPM. Not only she plays an irreplaceable role in my studies, her appearance gave me strength and the spirit to study. What can I do now? Theres certainly not enough time for me anymore. My good side and evil side are fighting each other right now, and none of them showed mercy, but still no side wins the fight. I'm suffering each and every day... Lets just hope I can focus on my SPM after tonight, after sealing my computer ''officially'' for the decisive three months. With God's permission, I will seal this damned computer for the first time. I hereby swear to the Gods above that I will not switch this damned piece of electronics on until SPM ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-2541483887086212216?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/2541483887086212216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=2541483887086212216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2541483887086212216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2541483887086212216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-will-be-lost-three-months-later.html' title='All will be lost three months later...'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-1705960477383684594</id><published>2007-05-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:09:50.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm?</title><content type='html'>So, after such a long time, i'd finally got myself in front of the computer and wrote this object down lol... i did want to write something but too many things pop up in my mind and i dono which shud i write first.. so, in the end, nothing is written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            neways, mid year exam is around the corner, and few seemed to be fully prepared to score in the exam. I did finish a few subjects but none i could say i had mastered 90% of them. I felt so lazy everytime i wanted to open the sejarah book. I hadn't been studying for a few days already. I wonder if i would get something ugly for sejarah in spm? i can just pray silently that it wont happen to me. my family isnt that rich, and scoring in spm is the only easiest way to earn money for my further studies in the colleges. I had been playing all the time, and now its already May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Time, can you tell me what you exactly are? Are you the ultimate creator that formed this world? Time has never been enough for me. Im always having the problem of keeping in pace with time. Time is a stable object that moves constantly at a constant velocity. It doesn't move slower when you are lacking it, and it doesn't move faster when you are waiting for something to happen. Time has been playing tricks on humans, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            uh oh~? i wonder what am i typing.. o well, mayb i thought too much. time to sleep, yawwnz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-1705960477383684594?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/1705960477383684594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=1705960477383684594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1705960477383684594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/1705960477383684594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmm.html' title='hmm?'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-2835270059186305394</id><published>2007-04-27T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:40:33.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is silence the best way to solve problems?</title><content type='html'>Some of you might not know, but most of my friends  know about my bad temper. Im a perfectionist, and im calculative and very demanding. Im self-centered and i want everything to be exactly what i want them to be. Im also a person who communicate with people using my heart. This makes me a straight-forward person who talks straight to the point, perhaps too straight that those words hurt other people's feelings. Im also a sarcastic person as people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          So, being that straight forward is my strength and ironicly, my weakness too. So, combining both straight forward and calculative characteristics, you will often see me complaining about stuffs and demanding something. So, if somethings not fair, i would demand and problems might be formed. Somehow i noticed that being so demanding really costs a lot. If theres no desire, theres no demand and no quarrels. Everything will be peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Sometimes silence can be the best solution to problems and prevention of problems. One cant argue face-to-face without opening their mouths. So from now, i will remain silent most of the time to prevent unnecessary arguments. Dont be surprised if i dont even talk at all. Dont worry, im 100% normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-2835270059186305394?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/2835270059186305394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=2835270059186305394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2835270059186305394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/2835270059186305394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-silence-best-way-to-solve-problems.html' title='Is silence the best way to solve problems?'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-69240155333895569</id><published>2007-04-23T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:46:38.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTqxT1vXI/AAAAAAAAABA/aeigpK26pi4/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTqxT1vXI/AAAAAAAAABA/aeigpK26pi4/s320/P1010018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056649213374741874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      Flam reading peacefully... Cheng: Im gonna eat you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTrRT1vYI/AAAAAAAAABI/1MmfIay22hQ/s1600-h/P1010020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTrRT1vYI/AAAAAAAAABI/1MmfIay22hQ/s320/P1010020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056649221964676482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                School from the backdoor of my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTrhT1vZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o3XMk-gnWMs/s1600-h/P1010023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTrhT1vZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/o3XMk-gnWMs/s320/P1010023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056649226259643794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               MCA meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTsBT1vaI/AAAAAAAAABY/US44W61Ks-4/s1600-h/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTsBT1vaI/AAAAAAAAABY/US44W61Ks-4/s320/P1010029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056649234849578402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Kelvin the wanderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTsRT1vbI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZfY9L3aojw/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTsRT1vbI/AAAAAAAAABg/OZfY9L3aojw/s320/P1010033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056649239144545714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Sheng Shien and his 'kai ma'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizPgRT1vTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9mMh_0rcxQE/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizPgRT1vTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/9mMh_0rcxQE/s320/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644634939604274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Flam--&gt; Psychic power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizPghT1vUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/A_YT4JytCrY/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizPghT1vUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/A_YT4JytCrY/s320/P1010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644639234571586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Hardworking Sheng Shien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizPgxT1vVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qHxOYceK-Xw/s1600-h/P1010048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizPgxT1vVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qHxOYceK-Xw/s320/P1010048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644643529538898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Old ideas.... snapping shoes and legs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizPhBT1vWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wPUZVj0Ceos/s1600-h/P1010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizPhBT1vWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wPUZVj0Ceos/s320/P1010025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644647824506210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Cheng--&gt; Like some politician lolz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-69240155333895569?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/69240155333895569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=69240155333895569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/69240155333895569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/69240155333895569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictz.html' title='pictz'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gmzpQc3x9p8/RizTqxT1vXI/AAAAAAAAABA/aeigpK26pi4/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-5272026099334784063</id><published>2007-04-19T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T00:05:35.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bookies..</title><content type='html'>I've been studying Sejarah form 4 these few days.... And im reading the Book Wit'ch Storm. Things had been going on as usual, just that they weren't that harsh on me these few days. Everything seemed to be quite good just that the Chemistry and English Oral Test which will be held tomorrow. I'd heard from others that Sundeep and Posearn are going to be changed to other classes tomorrow and Michael will be switched to our class. Bleh, although i don like them much but they had been part of our class since Form 4 and it would be saddening to make any changes to the members of a class. Everyone had went on together. We shared our joy and pain together. We had been living as a big family for 1¼years...It seems that tomorrow will be a big day. Sure, some people will begin to protest and make some noise. Just hope that things will not get worse tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Oral test had been one of my worst nightmares. Those who are quite close to me should know how suxk my spoken English is. Cross my fingers and hope everything goes smooth tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, if i were to fill in this sentence: ''This world will be a better place to live in if................'' I would surely fill:&lt;br /&gt;... there is no hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no arguments.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no money problems.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no responsibilities to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no good-for-nothing bastards.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no evil thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no competitions.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no prejudices and discriminations.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no pollution.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no natural disasters.&lt;br /&gt;... humans had not been the smartest.&lt;br /&gt;... there is no desires and lusts for something.&lt;br /&gt;... there is more peaceful and silent environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to go actually, but its time to rest my mind. ciaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-5272026099334784063?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/5272026099334784063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=5272026099334784063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5272026099334784063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/5272026099334784063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/04/bookies.html' title='bookies..'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-6782050095474881967</id><published>2007-04-17T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:29:03.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuclear missile launching??</title><content type='html'>There was a Science and Maths Club meeting today, and we were supposed to do some discussion about how to make a rocket that can carry a banner up during perasmian. So pn santhi brought some rocket base out and gave them to us for experimenting purposes... and Tham went back home to take his pump. The rocket was set and was ready to be shot up. Then sheng shien kept on pumping and finally the rocket shot up high and we were so excited becoz we werent expecting the rocket to fly that high up. The bottle hit the school's roof before falling back down. Then another test was conducted using 1.5L bottle half-filled with water. Shoot! The whole thing got lifted up a bit and pointed to the housing area and suddenly it burst at full speed and struck the house. The house alarm got triggered! omg... such powers... although the launchings were successful, the accuracy was very bad, zero precision. There were 4 rockets in total, only two left after one being shot to the housing area, another being shot up to the rooftop and stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            The only problem was to get the rockets shoot up and the same time with them carrying the banner but not too high and they must stay in mid-air after launch, meaning they must have something to hold them in mid-air. And to get them both shoot up at the same time was a very hard task. Anyways, we all had fun shooting the rockets up and the form 1 form 2 students watched us with amazement lolz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-6782050095474881967?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/6782050095474881967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=6782050095474881967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6782050095474881967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6782050095474881967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/04/nuclear-missile-launching.html' title='Nuclear missile launching??'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-950817493094871898</id><published>2007-04-15T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:44:13.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance?</title><content type='html'>Yeh, finally today, 15h April my family and I finally went to learn Latin dance. Im a music enthusiast, so i will like almost anything related to music. Dancing was not that bad though, just that we are required to change partners and the whole class had only 3 male(including me) and others, about 10, were female. So the instructor focused more on female dance steps. During evening cw and flam came to my house to study, and i covered up physics  form 4. I left chemistry form 4 roughly and sejarah form 4, roughly. Hope i had time to finish everything on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           English Oral test is coming soon... i hate oral tests as my talking skills sux to the maximum point. If i was to choose between to talk or to write, i choose to write. Jh bought Book Two of Wit'ch series for me, which costed me RM37.50. Aw, my economy is having some problems. Looks like i need to cut down my usage so that i can have enough money until the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           A few days ago, some unhappy stuff happened in school. Jh had some quarrels with people in the class. The quarrel was originated from the locks. When Xaron was trying to lock the door, Jh thought theres someone playing with the doors, so he kicked the door open and the lock was spoilt. Pn. Liew came to question them and asked for money for the lock which was rm 3.50. So jh said he paid rm 2 while xaron also said he paid rm 2 to pn liew. Then the quarrel started. Jh had no small change and promised to pay him back tomolo but that Xaron, i dono whats wrong with him, kept on nagging jh until he cried a bit. Jh then went to toilet but he banged one or two of the indian gang and din apologize. Then the indian gang feeled irritated and decided to harass jh.&lt;br /&gt;            When jh came back from toilet he banged the indian gang again because they are in the middle of the road. He said excuse but they din hear it and the flame burnt. Luckily Phung was around to stop the fight, if not i will be forced to help jh to fight against them and got myself demerited. The day after that, Daryl came and harass jia hong again, i dont know whether he was just joking or he was really serious. That fella pretended to be afraid of Phung when he came and he got away from M class. I believe the case will not stop just like that. Jh will have some big troubles sooner or later, just a matter of time. This Wednesday is my Taekwondo Grading, if i pass this grading, i will be 2nd Dan and i can wear the black belt uniform. I don mind wearing the Poom Belt uniform but it is just too small and too 'sexy'. The trousers have two holes beside it the holes are very low..  after two weeks i can wear the new uniform edi, yeah! time to say goodbye to my goddamn old uniform. I hope that Jh will not get any troubles with those indians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-950817493094871898?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/950817493094871898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=950817493094871898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/950817493094871898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/950817493094871898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/04/dance.html' title='Dance?'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-6591599576155475073</id><published>2007-04-06T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T00:15:46.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn........</title><content type='html'>Weds, 4th Apr. --- Today appears to be a bad day for me... Because of those Indian fellas talking and skipping class, Pn. Vijaya wants their sitting positions to be changed. Pn. Roebiah decides that each of them sits at each corners of the classroom. And I, innocent citizen, am always being the one sacrificed. Sitting behind has many advantages... Can talk a bit while being unnoticed, can do other work while teacher is teaching, can sleep without teachers noticing, more space, .... . Now, that Sharvin is gonna sit beside me! How could that blardy Roebiah do that to me!!! Most of the time i ask SS for homework and stuffs, and now Sharvin will be disturbing me during classes. = ( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Taekwondo lessons are not that bad though, the Instructor suddenly asks us to turn to partners. Heres a simple figure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1     2     3     4&lt;br /&gt;5     6     7     8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 1 is going to face 2, and 3 is going to face 4. I'm the 1 and she is the 2. So, we both are, somehow, stunned or something. Our facial expressions are like,"not him/her again...''. But as we know we cant change partners, we faced each other. As usual, i dint dare to look at her directly. My eyes keep looking around... finally, we did some one-step-sparring. Taught her a bit on last week's training. Before that, when doing stretching, she peeped at me to check whether im looking at her. So now she did notice that im looking at her most of the time. O well... better stop looking too much, if not shes gonna start hating me for 'staring' at her rudely. Got the grading form, and bought target with jh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Fri, 6th Apr.--- I had a weird dream again. Also about her. We are at somewhere in a train i guess, and she asked,"you are admiring me secretly?'' then stupidly i said yeah~.. then theres a few images swept past my brain and i cant remember them clearly. Well, dreams are dreams. Nothing is true in dreams. Then, today Pn. Vijaya came back and had some lecture with us. Her voice kept raising. Before she left the class, i mustered my courage and asked her for a switch in positions. The reason i gave is, Sharvin will interrupt my studies and etc etc. When she almost say kenot, Shazrin came up and helped me with my request. Kind of evidence to my statement, she asked who i wan to be sitting with. So i said, SS and she asked the whole class whether anyone was willing to sit with Sharvin. Shazrin said no one wanted to sit with him because of his bad behaviour. So pn Vijaya allowed me to open a new place in middle and leave Sharvin alone at the corner. I was damn happy at the time i packed my stuffs and go away from him. happy day = )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-6591599576155475073?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/6591599576155475073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=6591599576155475073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6591599576155475073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6591599576155475073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/04/damn.html' title='Damn........'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-6246587924450502549</id><published>2007-03-28T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T18:19:40.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese typing o.O</title><content type='html'>今天， 又是跆拳道的日子。。。又要看到她了。。。好大的压力! 我的数学真烂。。。&lt;br /&gt;那么容易的题目竟然只拿八十分。。。真是个大的打击! 但令我予料不到的是我的&lt;br /&gt;ADD MATHS 竟然是全班最高，还高过WEI YAO LEH。 永欣也过来问我在哪里补习。。。&lt;br /&gt;这次成为我母亲的生招牌了。当他们提起去 PROM 的时候，我却伤心起来了。。。&lt;br /&gt;令我想起她，如果我邀请她作我的舞伴，她一定不肯的，谁叫我是个没胆鬼。。。&lt;br /&gt;连认识她的胆量都没有。相信没有女孩会要以个胆小鬼。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   下午是跆拳道训练，没想到她用怕热的理由就逃训。然而， 我认为她是在逃避&lt;br /&gt;我? 应该是我自己敏感而已。。。 没有了她，真是舒服多了，至少不用左避右闪，&lt;br /&gt;可以自自然然的练习。每次穿起那件窄窄的服装，真令我想快点考黑带。。。每次&lt;br /&gt;训练时都怕会走光 LEH。。。辛好过多几个星期就考了，不用再穿那套可恶的衣服&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   还是对她念念不忘，没当讲到情侣时都会想到她。也许我应该和她交个朋友，至少&lt;br /&gt;我会好过一点。。。暗恋，真是拿苦来辛LEH。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-6246587924450502549?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/6246587924450502549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=6246587924450502549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6246587924450502549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6246587924450502549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-typing-oo.html' title='Chinese typing o.O'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-8337562340074469731</id><published>2007-03-21T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:02:07.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st March 2007</title><content type='html'>March test is on for three days already. Today was Chemistry, BI, Physics, Moral. Did everything but some hard questions. As usual, i slept after finishing the paper, boring to keep myself awake when there was nothing to do. After school, cycled fast back home to buy myself some time to play, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Taekwondo time, hate to go, like any particular day. Today training was raised from 20 to 30 times, so painful that my muscles ached and i could hardly stand properly with my legs shaking all the time after the training... trained taegeuk, one-step sparring, and sparring techniques... hate to do sparring techniques becoz we were required to change partners after the time limit. So every time i face her(you know who...) she would just ask someone beside to change or something... afraid of me?? wants to keep away from me?? Hate to train with me?? these thoughts kept on spinning in my head.&lt;br /&gt;           Today, in fact, was very different. When i faced her again, i thought she would ask for a change like she always does. This time, she didnt. After we bowed to each other, then we started the training. Perhaps i was too dizzy and i lost my shyness and i dared myself to look to her directly. Amazingly, i started our conversation. hmm... that was nice, having an ordinary conversation with someone i like will be beyond satisfaction to me. Just hope to be frends with her, nothing else. Now is not the time to be involved in love.&lt;br /&gt;           I asked her whether she starts first or i start first. Then just talked a bit. Still i felt a border between us. When i trained with her, i was like.... donno give what expression lah.... whole person like jam jor... smile oso not appropriate, serious look oso not good... donno la. just keep training a while, then stop jor.&lt;br /&gt;           Taekwondo training is actually a medium to repair jh's and my frendship. Nowadays i don like jh much, so i seldom talk to him or choy him. every taekwondo lesson we talked a lot and he dint show his annoying attitude to me at that time, so i like to talk to him at that time.&lt;br /&gt;           At night, study sejarah and i've chapter 1 and chapter 2 until the aspek pembangunan. tomolo gonna go agama. progressing with such speed shud be very good, i think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-8337562340074469731?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/8337562340074469731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=8337562340074469731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/8337562340074469731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/8337562340074469731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/03/21st-march-2007.html' title='21st March 2007'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3906818287134131837</id><published>2007-03-07T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:02:44.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring week...</title><content type='html'>There were 'raptai' for Sport's Day for the whole week. Most teachers were at the MPSJ field and there were hardly any teachers who was willing to come in and teach us something, except puan liew. I ponteng at 6th after recess and surprisingly, the guard let us out and he even advised us to use the upper route to avoid being spotted by pn fauziah in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Before that, chuen wei, cheng, fooklam, and jiahong all went out unnoticed and they went to the cc. I left the school with sheng shien and C.Y.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Today(7th) i continued a game which i had been playing for more than two weeks; the 'yuan' game with the girl. Everyday i would look around for her and see if i could see her. Almost everyday i could see he and today was not different. However, i don't think that this was accurate becoz the school was just a small rectangular block. Its common for us to meet each other in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The Moral Project is driving me crazy.  The damned Pn. Vanitha told us to redo the Kerja Amal part becoz she has changed the goddamn format. It was HER Fault!!! Why she didn't tell us last year while she could do it?! Totally pissed off. By the way, the notorious Ong Chin Soon is becoming crazy again. He talks about anti-Malay stuff everyday and he talks to me and sheng shien even when we don't even bother him. He really thinks that he has some kind of magic power and he keeps acting as if he is regenerating/replenishing/... you name it his 'special powers'. I wonder what caused him to lose his sanity again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Wednesday... Taekwondo day... I didn't know why i hate to go to the taekwondo training. mayb it's becoz of her. Kinda hate seeing her becoz i didn't want to pretend looking at somewhere else when she caught me looking at her. Again, i cursed my stupid shyness. However, everytime after Taekwondo training, i felt my life source replenished. The feeling is the same as the time when i was training my table tennis. My mind works at a rate faster than normal and i can be very focused. My mind, at the time, is completely silenced from all thoughts but taekwondo/table tennis. The coach gave us some 'sparring' practice and my feet has bubbles.... they hurt even when i walk/ move my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I had started to study my Form 4 work. If the mid-year exam starts at early-May, then i will only have 2 month's time to get everything read and memorized. i hope i can be determined and focused to study more, not to play more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3906818287134131837?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3906818287134131837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3906818287134131837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3906818287134131837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3906818287134131837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/03/boring-week.html' title='Boring week...'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-3800889857480203701</id><published>2007-02-22T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:19:35.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>These few days i did study a bit of Chemistry form 4.  Went out for movies and dinners with my family, and played mahjong with them. This year my luck was better.  Last year i lost for a total of rm50 and this year, i won rm 30 instead. Haihz... CNY reminded me of the freakkin spm. After Cny im gonna study like nuts everyday. Thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           B4 that, there is still a goddamn moral project. Super lame stuff. Even they knew we are gonna cheat on the kerja amal they still give us do. how lame. I have only one week's time to finish the whole thing. Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-3800889857480203701?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/3800889857480203701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=3800889857480203701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3800889857480203701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/3800889857480203701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-61674941517903548</id><published>2007-02-17T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:11:29.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th Feb. 2007</title><content type='html'>Rushed to finish some homework in the school. Our class persuaded a lot of teachers. They din give us homework to do in CNY holidays... luckily. I need the time to study. The 1 and 1/2 months was like a dream to me. When i realised that it has been mid-February i was like SHOCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           OMG?! So fast? I din even started to study my Form4 work yet, and its mid-feb already. Gosh... wonder if i would fail SPM papers? ....... Went back home and accidentally fell aslept for about 1 hour. Woke up to play dota with CW, Cheng, Lim, and Flam in CC at around 4 pm. Did my Krgn for ah quek's tuition. I felt lazy and i skipped my Panglima House practice. Instead, i wished to train a bit of my arms' strength...Too weak to protect myself. Suddenly felt like training more on taekwondo. I had my passion on taekwondo back after losing it for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           As usual, walked to chemistry tuition. I felt quite lonely as i couldnt find anyone who speaks chinese to me. my english is bad when i use it to talk. And the teacher i don like her much. She taught too slow to be in pace with her plannings. I don think she could finish the whole form 5 and still has time for revision. They way she taught us was also weak. I don think i could understand a thing if Pn. Liew din teach me earlier. I wonder if i should continue going for her tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           K CNY is coming soon, and im gonna study real hard. Hope i will make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-61674941517903548?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/61674941517903548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=61674941517903548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/61674941517903548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/61674941517903548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/02/16th-feb-2007.html' title='16th Feb. 2007'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-6144693031576885543</id><published>2007-02-14T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:46:22.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13rd and 14th Feb 2007</title><content type='html'>Its February already? The time slipped through me without me even noticing...... SPM is very near to me that i could feel the pressure already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I had a nice dream yesterday! Remarkable, I tried to remember it but couldn't remember all of it. The dream is something about this...:&lt;br /&gt;Let the girl i met be B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was walking around near a busy street. I saw B at the opposite street and i just waved to her and planned to walk away, without having further conversation with her, as my usual act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She walked to me and said the three words to me, but its soft and i couldn't believe it either. I begged her pardon. She said it once again, this time clearer and i started to believe that she did mean what she said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Puzzled for what was happening at first, i regained my thoughts and felt happy instead. Impossible! I laid my hand on her shoulders and we walked along the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Impossible! i was loving someone and i shouldn't be happy when someone else said that to me. I shouldn't had felt happy! Why.... Did I fall in love with B without me even noticing...? I can just hope it to be nothing but a dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I am pretty sure that B will feel that i am admiring her secretly becoz i had been looking at her everytime i saw her. I did not mean anything, just that i am admiring her beauty, nothing else. And I'm shy to talk to her... how lame. Such a useless person i am. I looked at her too much that she noticed that i was actually looking at her all the time. In taekwondo trainings she would ask for a partner switch when there was training in pairs. After a few rounds then we would move to left and switch partners. Aw. Am i really that irritating? Or mayb she wanted to play a fool on me because she thought that im admiring her secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          But now... After the nice dream i had yesterday, i was confused. I am loving who now? B or my first crush? i cannot tell. If B read this im sure she would know that im talking about her. Woo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th...&lt;br /&gt;            Today i fell aslept in the class during chemistry and BM... im getting lazier and lazier...! i need to sleep earlier... If not, im not gonna learn anithing in school. I don wanna die when i look at my own SPM results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I felt that i'm a failure today. In the taekwondo training, she is still the same. I did not know if she's purposely walking in front of me and wanted to see how my eyes turn away from her. Awww... Sometimes i wonder if i can ever change my stupid shyness. I do not know why i feel so shy to even talk to girls. And my communicating skills suck to the extreme. My oral is really lame but in essays and karangan i could write well. I wonder if i could be like one of my frends; he could mix with the girls and has good socializing skills. hope it would change when i go to college next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-6144693031576885543?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/6144693031576885543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=6144693031576885543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6144693031576885543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/6144693031576885543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2007/02/13rd-and-14th-feb-2007.html' title='13rd and 14th Feb 2007'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-116703932111155357</id><published>2006-12-25T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:35:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Dec 2006</title><content type='html'>Christmas of 2006. Hmm... woke up at 2.00p.m., becoz yesterday i went to pyramid to watch James Bond: Casino Royale. Another ordinary day, i thought. When Im about to on my PC my sisters set up the table tennis and started to play. It reminds me of someone I hate a lot, to the point that i will get someone to assassinate him when i have the power. Play table tennis with them? Continue playing with my pc? I chose to play table tennis with them. I had made my decision not to participate in the table tennis tournament next year, but today's training gave me a light of hope. A hope to defeat that bastard. After the training, i felt refreshed. I have not been sweating so much since the holidays. No exercises.... just games games games. I will try to train my table tennis more from now on. Anyways, in my studies.... im still the same, owned by my laziness... defeated everyday by the demons who call me to play with my pc. I wonder if i could ever defeat them... if not, my whole life is gonna get ruined by them. oh.... only gawd knows... how much i suffered when the angels and demons in me battle against each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-116703932111155357?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/116703932111155357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=116703932111155357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/116703932111155357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/116703932111155357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/12/25th-dec-2006.html' title='25th Dec 2006'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-116256414853608582</id><published>2006-11-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:29:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better days of year 2006</title><content type='html'>after the exam my life seems to be a little more peaceful, less waves of tension and stress. i asked my mom to bring me to the body and foot massage center for some relaxing time. i play and play and play and sleep and eat everyday without control. in school we study very little, just sometimes puan liew teaches a bit of chemistry that i suk a lot in. today, nothing much, just that i tought my frends how to play a game, we enjoyed it well and my toe injured becoz of the slippery floor. my grnama mopped the floor without notifying me and i was in a rush to my tuition. a slip, and my toe hit the cupboard and swollen up. looks like i cant walk properly becoz the toe is swollen&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling is like an additional piece of flesh. i didn't blame granma actually, just that i asked her why didn't she tell us that she had mopped the floor. come on, im not expected to look at every inch of floor when i walk, inch  by inch to check for dangers. moreover, im in a rush. almost everyone will run in a rush, and im one of them. o well.... life is liddat, i accept my fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-116256414853608582?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/116256414853608582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=116256414853608582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/116256414853608582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/116256414853608582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/11/better-days-of-year-2006.html' title='Better days of year 2006'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-116222471483882595</id><published>2006-10-31T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:11:54.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a long time leaving this outdated, i managed to update it once again...</title><content type='html'>Exam was over and i had been living a nocturnal lifestyle. I still remembered the time when PMR was over. I woke up at 5 pm and played whole night. I sleep at 8 am everyday. Now, its almost the same, just that i need a few more days to turn back to the nocturnal lifestyle again. I finished reading Konserto Terakhir when i couldn't sleep earlier becoz of that dumb skool. Im regreting why i didn't study well. I promise i will study really hard in the holidays. My Bio gonna fail if i don do anithing. Dropping it might seem to be a wiser choice, but i dare myself to take the challenge. So, im taking 11 subjects including accounts. Now, im playing everyday, regardless of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-116222471483882595?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/116222471483882595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=116222471483882595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/116222471483882595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/116222471483882595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/10/after-long-time-leaving-this-outdated.html' title='after a long time leaving this outdated, i managed to update it once again...'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115571121956853858</id><published>2006-08-16T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T14:53:39.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a bad day......</title><content type='html'>I am still wondering when the God will gimme a way out of these troubles. Bad things had been happening to me for about 2 months, and i wonder if i can last for another 4....  today is wed, i am supposed to attend taekwondo class, but i didn't go. Why? Im hiding from facing my past, facing my past which is...... awful. Last week i tried to be friendlier and i tried to talk with Victoria. Just wanna make a new friend, my heart whispers. Too bad for me, i asked a wrong question. I asked her where she lived, and she answered with USJ 3. And i asked: '3/ what?' and she did not want to tell. Haihz, guess she thought im gonna visit her house. Rather sad, first attempt failed, and i am afraid ... im a lame loser.... I felt so down....................... No one can help me, only if i can break the barrier. I will try harder, wish me good luck, and hope for me that my bad luck will go away.... plz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115571121956853858?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115571121956853858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115571121956853858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115571121956853858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115571121956853858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-bad-day.html' title='I had a bad day......'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115511893161262515</id><published>2006-08-09T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:22:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could this happen to me?</title><content type='html'>Everything goes on like usual........ btw sry for not posting for soooo long, im too bz with DotA and Gunz. I have a good news and a ton of bad news. The good news is, there's a CC near Apollo !! Yeh! i donit to walk that far to CC from now on. Bad news are.... my laziness....... going worse everyday... my retarded IE.... for that stupit security center stuff. it keeps on opening that @#$%ing page when i wanna open blank page. I think itself IS the spyware, just that it covers up that well to fool me. zzz... everything just like going against me... i felt soo tired trying to stop that from happening, when everyone turned against me, everything goes wrong...&lt;br /&gt;         Girls in my school mayb will wonder why i dont talk to girls.......... i can only answer their question with two words:''I'm shy". seriously... i am just too shy to talk to girls roflmfao..... how useless i am. haihz................................. i gonna try to change it. change every negative altitude in me. wish me good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115511893161262515?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115511893161262515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115511893161262515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115511893161262515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115511893161262515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-could-this-happen-to-me.html' title='How could this happen to me?'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115391898822958550</id><published>2006-07-26T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:03:08.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has been hard on a lil kiddo</title><content type='html'>so, today is 26th July. Which means I left my post outdated for 9 days. Sorry for my blog readers(I wonder if theres any...) So, this will be a summary for the 9 days, which will be less information for each and every single day. The important events that happened to me in these days are my new PC, my old PC, my SPBT books, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Let me talk more about my darn new PC. I ordered that PC from the shop since May 28th.  After they fixed it and sent to my house, the computer crashed suddenly due to improper motherboard. Theres something missing inside the motherboard, which makes everything wrong. The ppl from the shop took it back, and sent the motherboard to repair in Taiwan. Can you see the word 'repair'?! REPAIR... I didn't do a darn thing on that motherboard and they expect to repair it and not giving me a new one. That makes my mom and I so angry. And thats not the only point. Even if they want to repair for us, they shouldn't have switched off their phone and we dont have any other way to contact them unless we go to their shop. And this drags until July, which is already two months away from the date of purchase actually.  holy damn @#$... And finally, my mom gave them a wwarning to fix the comupter by 23rd July and they did exchanged a new Motherboard for me. So, my computer is finally in my house. While i enjoy installing and playing games with the high quality graphics and non-lagging computer, suddenly the whole computer turned off unexpectedly and it seems to have blown out some fuse or something. I restarted it and it worked again, but after a few minutes it turned off again. The third time i switched on the PC, the monitor doesn't show any sign. Menas the graphic card has something wrong to be fixed. So, my hope of using this computer everyday from Sunday is broken into pieces. When I tried to use my old PC, the System file is lost AGAIN. Yes, it happened again. And my computer needs to be reformatted again. But the CD is some sorta retarded. When it is installing, it stops at 25% and nothing seemed to happen after that. So, im on 'puasa' again. No computers, no life...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;         I checked for my SPBT books only to notive that the literature books had lost. I panicked and searched for them everywhere. But I found nothing. So, Im gonna pay for them. How unlucky I am. Then, in school i lost my Bio practical. And my Chemistry Exercise Book 1. Am i going to buy a new Practical? and Copy everything inside a new book for my exercise book? CERTAINLY NOT! Im not gonna waste my time copying such nonsense and buying the same book which i had bought once. Only until today, i found both of them. One is hiding inside a whole stack of books,a dn another is found under the teacher's table. Guess it is someone who wanna disturb me with it or its just simply my fault for leaving my book there. Finally, they were found, and i don ahve to worry about them agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         On last Saturday, a match of DotA was held on 10p.m. and everyone needs to wait for others to come. When te game officially started, its already 10.45 pm. If wasn't the @#$ing Alan who doesn't allow Chuen Wei's friend to enter their team, the game would have started at around 10.20 p.m. So i suggested kicking him out because the majority agrees with the change. And he started to use his bossy tune again. That @#$^er should never be forgiven. And the match was a 4 v 4. Chuen Wei DCed and i hate it. So its 3 v 4 and our team, of course, lost the match because that @#$%ing tham go chose my favourite character. And im forced to use Lion just to counter that foul asshole. And M class team managed to stop thier advance for a lot of time before we eventually got crashed.  Even though the T class won the match, the score of our teams are the same, 22 kills for each team and it was a 3 v 4, a success for the lesser team. And the both idiots Tham and Alan are bragging on how they pawned us etc etc. If only they know whats the meaning of being moderate on everything. And tham, which likes to brag that much, of course, bragged on the spot. This time his acts had made our relationship broke. I HATE his face when he is being praised for something that he shouldn't deserve or something he got by luck and only plain luck. Sure, he will brag, and the #$%^ing face just pisses me off. Sometimes i want to punch him in his face when he shows me that irritating face. Like someone smiling and enjoying the process(the process of being praised). So, since he has gotten a new gang of friends, I wouldn't care about him that much. I will not talk to him anymore. If he really loves to brag, i will study more and call him stupit retard if i get better results on the final year exam. I would enjoy the moment when he is beatn and couldn't brag anymore. The sad look, and the anger that couldn't be expressed, will surely entertain my injured heart and spoil his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         OMG, Balvir is going to change our sitting positions AGAIN. Thanks to the biatch Pn. Ananthi, which likes to have prejudice on my gang. The six of us didn't really talk that much, and we did her work everytime, and she hates us that much, to the extent that she askes the stupit Balivir go change our place. And thats plain stupit. She go listen to such a biatch than checking out what we actually did. Balcir is blind+stupit, and Ananthi is Ugly, stupit, brainless, biatchy, and doesn't have any friends, for sure. If not, she wouldn't be attacking those who hass a lot of friends and have good friendship. Everytime I ask something about Add maths, asking Sheng Shien, that biatch will surely scold me without any investigation. True biatch, Second after the Pn Ho in Lick Hung. If she really did talk something bad about our class or my gang, if i really couldn't hide my anger, her car... hehehe... gonna be sprayed with red paint, written there is @#$$ing Biatch. She deserve more punishment than that though, just that i am trying not to express any excess anger that is still in my heart. Thats me, everytime hiding my anger, collecting them slowly and slowly, and makes me suffer that much. I believe one day later, when the quota is full, im gonna burst. I think i should make appointments with some Psychological Doctor to save me. I really hope that he could remove that anger in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         So, from all above, you can say that I'm truly unlucky, or the God/ Buddha is playing a fool with my luck. Everything seems to be wrong. I really hope that my luck will change after the down period. May you all and everyone who read this post, wish me Good Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115391898822958550?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115391898822958550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115391898822958550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115391898822958550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115391898822958550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-has-been-hard-on-lil-kiddo.html' title='Life has been hard on a lil kiddo'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115315142430372502</id><published>2006-07-17T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:58:42.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decided to post one</title><content type='html'>Ahh... finally i managed to type something b4 i sleep. So, this will be a summary for Sat, Sun and Mon(15th, 16th, and 17th of July). Saturday morning i went for my dental appointment in Tung Shin Hospital, KL, to fix my braces. Cursed growth on my lips... if the dental appointment can be postponed, then i would be able to go to CC with my frends. After finishing everything, it was only 11.30 a.m. which means i can actually get back home in time and go to CC ! yeh, i went to the bus stop and gone to Sheng Shien's house at around 12.45 p.m. He was preparing to bathe. So, I waited for him and he phoned others to go to CC. Yeh, and three of us went, played until 5 p.m. and waited for cheng to come and we played until 7.15 p.m. Late. I ran back home with Sheng Shien, thanks to the weekly Taekwondo training my stamina last long enuf for the whole run. Unfortunately, i fell down upon tripping on my slippers. My left knee bleeded and my palms were injured, and my right knee was scratched a bit. Blood keep on oozing out, and it ran down my leg, almost touching my slippers. I washed my hand, and continued running until i reached my house sweating and bleeding. I bathed and gone for dinner. Nite time i played DotA 4M vs 4T. But theres only 9 person so i decided to join T class for fun, so that even if M class lose they doesn't lose their face, coz it was 4v5. Then, amazingly, opposing team were all fragile heroes... and Xavian used Luna and i used Sand King, both were AoE nukers and Tham was Clinkz. He farmed well while me and Luna interrupting opponents from farming and making them bz estimating when will we strike. So Clinkz gets to farm good items and we pawned a&lt;br /&gt;lot.&lt;br /&gt;         Sunday, i went to tuition, and evening i've forgotten what i did, sorry. Nite i went for a Youth Orchestra in Shah Alam Club House. Not bad, they presented 'William Tell', ' Can-Can','Don't Cry For Me Argentina','Selections fro Phantom of the Opera', etc etc. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;         Monday it was exhausting coz i slept at 3 a.m yesterday, powerless... Today i shud be having a Diagnostic test on either Science subjects or Maths, and today its maths. When i gone to school, then only i noticed that i had a karangan homework that i didn't do. OMG, Puan Lau, or i call her Lau Pek, has a recording system to track down when we didn't hand-in our work. I relly hope today wont be the day i needa hand-in that karangan. thanks, the Maths test was taking BM period, and Lau Pek don wanna collect our books yet. Great. And the Maths paper was so easy but i got wrong for 5 question, 2 of them were errors from Jabatan, and 3 of them were myfault for being careless. Then spent whole morning and afternoon in school wandering around and chit chatting about DotA with them. I read a bit of the book 'Jane Eyre'. Not bad, i like the thoughts of the writer. Its wise, and i like wisedom. After that i played whole evening and felt tired. Nite i read the book and played again. now i am rushing my karangan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115315142430372502?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115315142430372502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115315142430372502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115315142430372502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115315142430372502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/07/decided-to-post-one.html' title='Decided to post one'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115248020130344521</id><published>2006-07-10T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T05:23:21.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza WON!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ahh lazy Sunday. I woke up at around 9 o'clock and fell aslept again. Then we JH's car came, i had to be ready in 3 minutes. What a rush. Gone for tuition, the English teacher praise me for my essay writing. Amazing, i'd never expected to be good in English, really. Then, gotta write an essay about "My Idol". I wonder who shud i write. Then, the first person i thought of writing is...drum rolls*...Asami Konno !! Yeh, shes just that attracting to me. My com is full of her pics and videos. After tuition its Global Village time. Gone to UPM, and did nothing there but just walk around... taking a bit of photos, meet some of our old frendz... and theres free nescafe ice. Shang Shi(donno if I spelled it wrong) took 5. lolz... i don't like coffee that much, so i took 2, and thats enuf for tonite's World Cup 2006 final. Gone home, and DotA-ed for 5 hours until 1.40 a.m and went out to watch final at the shop beside Casablanca with Sheng Shien, Chuen Wei, and Kelvin. After 3 hours of watching, Italy WON!! Starting i thought italy will lose coz the 7th minute suddenly a penalty kicks in and its 1-0 France vs Italy. Then there was a great header that scored a goal when theres a corner kick. If Italy was lucky enuf, they might had won without playing penalty. There was once when another cornoer kick, and another header striked, but just a few inches away and it missed.  Then Zidane gotta red card for headbutting an italy player, lolz. everyone was shocked. Kinda pity him ler... last year edi but got a red card. ok thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115248020130344521?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115248020130344521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115248020130344521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115248020130344521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115248020130344521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/07/pizza-won.html' title='Pizza WON!!!!'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115202650072648205</id><published>2006-07-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:21:40.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Flowz!!</title><content type='html'>Wee... great. Although today is tiring but it has a nice ending. Starting from doing our presentation in school. OMG Roebiah came in, and asks us to do Oral. Waa... thats bad. Faril wasted a lot of time and my turn is dealyed until tomorrow. great. Then t wuz moral presentattion. Everyone syok sendiri, coz we acted but none watched. After school i wanna sleep coz i felt so tired. But Wei Yao's call destroyed my plan. I needa go to school for stupit science and maths stuff... As a President, im not qualified as one, coz of my attitude(lazy, irresponsible, etc etc) but i tried to be a good president, so i just go  T.T. So, discussed about my competition i planned and organised(which is gay), and gone back for Add Maths. Tired Tired. Then its physics tuition. Gay tuition centre it ZOMG piss the hell out of me. That $@#$ tuition centre, as expected, is money-faced. I just din pay feees for a month and they phone my family and that really pisses me off. i usually pay the month after that along with the fees for that month. Im planning to go for Santhi's Physics tuition. Sounds kinda scary coz that black lady is just so dangerous to go near. At least its better than that #$%^ tuition centre. k, then my mom decided to give me $$ for my results. and thats great for me, coz my economy now isn't that well coz i constantly going for CC and eating too much :P. So it would be a big boost to my economy and it suhd last for a while. Dad-100, mom-20. Great. Today im gonna hace some good dreams :P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115202650072648205?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115202650072648205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115202650072648205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115202650072648205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115202650072648205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/07/money-flowz.html' title='Money Flowz!!'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115201177262520485</id><published>2006-07-04T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:16:12.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When are we gonna die?</title><content type='html'>When are we gonna die? Whats the difference between life and death? I ask myself these stupit questions, and thought hard but still cant find any suitable answer. Perhaps I can tell... Life is just a kind of torture to humans by the Creator. There is only a Century for humans do what they can do. Most of them had only 60 years, and after that, their frends and families watch them turning intto dust and memories. Death is just a way to escape from torment. Life is the begining of death; and death is the begining of another life is another dimension/world. So, life and death, to me, doesn't make much difference as it is just that short. I personally don't afraid of death. Only the process of dying makes me sweat. Imagine how painful would it be when you died of poison/falling off high egde/a knife pierced through your heart/the pain feeled when your skull is broken etc etc. As I'm writing my bloggie, I noticed that i am watching my past turning into words. Its sorta scary, becoz it shows that my time is going shorter and shorter, thus walking nearer to death. After death, all that remains is memories, and nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115201177262520485?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115201177262520485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115201177262520485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115201177262520485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115201177262520485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-are-we-gonna-die.html' title='When are we gonna die?'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115194065995095535</id><published>2006-07-03T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T23:30:59.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... cant think of any good titles..</title><content type='html'>Yeh, as you see, this title... haha i already ran out of ideas for my titlez. as everyone knows, my B.I stinkz, sux, whateva. So you will be kinda bored reading my boring blogs. O well, if you are really have really free time to waste, you are welcome to read though. Nothing special today. While in the school, life goes on. Roediah wants us to do BI ULBS tomolo. Death for me. I sux at Oral, anything to do with talking, speaking etc coz my style of speaking isn't good. Ppl can hardly hear what im talking. its better to type than talk for me.  For short, i am really BAD in communicating using my mouth, thats it. Evening, that fella still havent done fixing my com. $#@$@% i relle gonna kill that fella if he kenot make it this week. as im rotting in my house, i thought of killing him for not giving me my com done for soooooooooooo long. I wuz wondering why am i doing Add maths by myself without my mom forcing me to revise. bleh, still need my mom to do so. proves that how immature i am. anyways, she doesn't care about me that much already. Even i went to CC and lied to her, she doesn't even notice that. I used the same excuses everytime i go, and she doesn't suspect anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115194065995095535?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115194065995095535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115194065995095535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115194065995095535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115194065995095535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm-cant-think-of-any-good-titles.html' title='Hmm... cant think of any good titles..'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115193575880494528</id><published>2006-07-03T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:09:18.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Dayz(1st-2nd July)</title><content type='html'>Wee... today im going to Genting for  Lin Jun Jie's Concert. b4 that, i tried to delay our departure so that i could go to CC with Cheng. and i managed to do so. Got 4 hours in the CC b4 going up to Genting Highlands. After reaching there, the carpark wuz stuffed with A LOT of cars. Spent half an hour or so just to find an empty space to park. Finally decided to park outside and Check in first. Took about 1 hour to check in becoz we were lat, somehow. when we took the number, we are the 300th dude and counting down. so just listen to my MP3 and time passes. Finally we are in our roomz. The facilities weren't that good though, as it is First World Hotel. Thats why its that cheap.yeh, CHEAP. then just rest until 6.30 p.m and we gone for dinner, and for the concert. not bad, first time going to a concert(how pathetic) and it is nice. He really knows how to dance. Everyone enjoys watching him dancing all nite. the next day, i gone for a movie while my sister gone to te outdoor theme park with her frendz. shes alwiz liddat, Frendz are more important than family. I am just lazy to go with them coz i don wanna follow them like an idiot. there's nothing to talk about with them, as i don know wo they are. so i rather walking around in the First World Plaza and finally decided to watch a movie. The only movie that I sempat watch is 'Superman Returns' coz other movies end at around 7-8 and it will be very late to go down the highland(there will be mists covering the highlands, visibility will be almost 0, accident will most likely to happen). So watched and its so-so. News says that its not as popular as Spiderman though. then came back with tired bones. Needa do the Cursed Add Maths work. slept peacefully after doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115193575880494528?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115193575880494528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115193575880494528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115193575880494528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115193575880494528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/07/genting-dayz1st-2nd-july.html' title='Genting Dayz(1st-2nd July)'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115159458486566959</id><published>2006-06-29T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:23:04.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My day</title><content type='html'>Geez... Slept from 6 to 6. a good 12 hours sleep. Long time din enjoy such a nice sleep. Refreshed and regained my energy, i went to school for PJ. Yeh, PJ. Thursday as the best day in a week for me coz no tuition, PJ, shorter school time, and less annoying teachers to be in my class. (there's always an exception for everything, except Santhi) Mentioning about Santhi, I don really like her coz of her Attitude...but the way she controls he class is fantastic. At least she could make those (put in some vulgar words here) ppl like Jayvin etc etc who likes to interrupt P &amp;amp; P. And she teach well too. Enuf about her, everything goes as usual. In the evening i have nothing to do but to go to Jia Hong's house to use his computer :P. No choice la, my hands are itching for DotA. How pathetic i am for being a DotA addict. I wonder if there are any potions that can cure addiction? then i wont be suffering from internal conflicts in myself. Nite time, planned to do some tuition work but ended up watching TV whole nite. Geeeez... now im stilling trying to do some b4 i sleep, hope will do some. Accounts really needs some time finishing it thou... k thats it. zzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115159458486566959?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115159458486566959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115159458486566959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115159458486566959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115159458486566959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-my-day.html' title='Not My day'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115148885576766445</id><published>2006-06-28T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:00:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Today I am supposed to rush for my add maths and moral work coz i left them in my drawer in school... so, pretty buzy in the morning. Too bad Pn. Ananthi saw me doing Add Maths and she thought that I am copying from other people's book. Stupit laa... simple stuff needa copy from others?! she have underestimated my IQ. I wonder how can she survive in the field of education for so many years. If there's no such lame schools like SMK USJ4, she will gonna lose her job. K enuf for some babblings. During Moral and BI period, teachers were not in class, so FREE time for us to chit-chat and talk crap. Then suddenly Pn. Zalilah came in and asks us to hand in our Bio Notes latest by Wednesday... I'm half-dead after hearing that. My Bio Notes were outdated...only second chapter while its already Chapter 5 now. Gonna have a hard time rushing and burning midnight oil just to do that stupit thing. Laziness really makes me pay. haihz...&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         Evening i needa go to take my repaired MP3 which spoiled TWICE. Shudn't have bought that one. Then i felt lazy to go that far just to take my MP3. So i decided to go to taipan for lunch. Then for the whole evening, i fixed my blog and here it is now. Later i will improve my pages and hope you guys appreciate my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Still rushing my Bio Notes now... how miserable... i miss my bed...T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115148885576766445?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115148885576766445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115148885576766445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115148885576766445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115148885576766445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115133411756579639</id><published>2006-06-26T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:01:57.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate homeworks!</title><content type='html'>Today I am supposed to rush for my add maths and moral work coz i left them in my drawer in school... so, pretty buzy in the morning. Too bad Pn. Ananthi saw me doing Add Maths and she thought that I am copying from other people's book. Stupit laa... simple stuff needa copy from others?! she have underestimated my IQ. I wonder how can she survive in the field of education for so many years. If there's no such lame schools like SMK USJ4, she will gonna lose her job. K enuf for some babblings. During Moral and BI period, teachers were not in class, so FREE time for us to chit-chat and talk crap. Then suddenly Pn. Zalilah came in and asks us to hand in our Bio Notes latest by Wednesday... I'm half-dead after hearing that. My Bio Notes were outdated...only second chapter while its already Chapter 5 now. Gonna have a hard time rushing and burning midnight oil just to do that stupit thing. Laziness really makes me pay. haihz...&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Evening i needa go to take my repaired MP3 which spoiled TWICE. Shudn't have bought that one. Then i felt lazy to go that far just to take my MP3. So i decided to go to taipan for lunch. Then for the whole evening, i fixed my blog and here it is now. Later i will improve my pages and hope you guys appreciate my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Still rushing my Bio Notes now... how miserable... i miss my bed...T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115133411756579639?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115133411756579639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115133411756579639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115133411756579639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115133411756579639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-homeworks_26.html' title='Hate homeworks!'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-115133408628890432</id><published>2006-06-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:01:26.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate homeworks!</title><content type='html'>Today I am supposed to rush for my add maths and moral work coz i left them in my drawer in school... so, pretty buzy in the morning. Too bad Pn. Ananthi saw me doing Add Maths and she thought that I am copying from other people's book. Stupit laa... simple stuff needa copy from others?! she have underestimated my IQ. I wonder how can she survive in the field of education for so many years. If there's no such lame schools like SMK USJ4, she will gonna lose her job. K enuf for some babblings. During Moral and BI period, teachers were not in class, so FREE time for us to chit-chat and talk crap. Then suddenly Pn. Zalilah came in and asks us to hand in our Bio Notes latest by Wednesday... I'm half-dead after hearing that. My Bio Notes were outdated...only second chapter while its already Chapter 5 now. Gonna have a hard time rushing and burning midnight oil just to do that stupit thing. Laziness really makes me pay. haihz...&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Evening i needa go to take my repaired MP3 which spoiled TWICE. Shudn't have bought that one. Then i felt lazy to go that far just to take my MP3. So i decided to go to taipan for lunch. Then for the whole evening, i fixed my blog and here it is now. Later i will improve my pages and hope you guys appreciate my efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Still rushing my Bio Notes now... how miserable... i miss my bed...T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-115133408628890432?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/115133408628890432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=115133408628890432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115133408628890432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/115133408628890432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2006/06/hate-homeworks.html' title='Hate homeworks!'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15635874.post-112485467371494879</id><published>2005-08-24T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T18:30:15.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, computer down...</title><content type='html'>Today, i woke up at 10.30 a.m for my English tuition. Yawn. sI felt lazy to wake up so early in Sunday and I hate tuition to be on Sunday. Sunday should be a restday for everyone--including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I gone to Law Yat Plaza near Sungei Wang this evening to buy a new monitor for my sister's computer. That Plaza was just amazing! A whole floor full of computer and CD shops! I regret for not making my PC there...Sobs... nvm then, i wandered around while my family search for a suitable monitor. I bought a couple of CDs for my computer.Bought a jacker and a new shirt! so rare for me. I dont really care about appearance actually... so you can actually see me wearing the same shirt once every few days... coz i don have so much shirt in my cupboard, how sad. &lt;br /&gt;         Had my dinner at The Ships. So long din go there liao... this time with my sis and mom only. Then gone home to install my CDs and found out that my computer is down! OMG??!! WTH going on my computer? virus destroyed my system file and it couldn't start. So I'm going to 'puasa' until my new computer is done. Gonna be extremely bored during this 'puasa'. k thats it. feel free to visit anytime! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'puasa'--the term i use when i need to quit from touching my computer. Means I cannot play computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15635874-112485467371494879?l=stevenpeong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/feeds/112485467371494879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15635874&amp;postID=112485467371494879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/112485467371494879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15635874/posts/default/112485467371494879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevenpeong.blogspot.com/2005/08/bored-computer-down.html' title='Bored, computer down...'/><author><name>steven peong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00246855051847026436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
